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Strange, things feel empty in the fullest of moments and you realize you have nothing in common with your friends and current life is nothing but a series of trite conversations and forced romances. Maybe it's post-graduation, maybe it's transitional summer. You don't remember what it was that made you happy, everything disappoints. You're not excited, nor anxious - just moving.
I think it's a bit like this one bird I watched at the zoo today: white, long neck and legs, pointy beak holding some sort of dirt or debris, walking back and forth over a length of about two feet, with the most confused expression, wondering where to deposit the dirt in its beak (I assume).
I guess there's dirt in my beak and I don't know where to put it.
I think it's a bit like this one bird I watched at the zoo today: white, long neck and legs, pointy beak holding some sort of dirt or debris, walking back and forth over a length of about two feet, with the most confused expression, wondering where to deposit the dirt in its beak (I assume).
I guess there's dirt in my beak and I don't know where to put it.