Our short visit.

I was lying in bed with heartbreak the other night, and i was awakened to an utter dissapointment, by birds in my window. I coudn't understand myself, nor could I understand why so much desire ran through my mind. Later dissapointment showed up to say hello and walk away without a care in the world that I existed. No contact was made. Stupid me. I was not at all surprised that our aquaintence was so short. Neither was i upset, i was simply digusted that my heart was once touched. In my peace upon the clouds, birds were sent to me again with question on my pain. i choose to smile and send them back with olive branches insted of dried leaves. the brances were early prunned of course, but the birds did not know. i heard from them no more. i sent myself into darkness later to be awakened by the light. a new box of gifts was opened, and i was already prepared.