What does it mean, anyway, to flourish?
Then out of nowhere, a flock of birds flew by the window, extremely loud and incredibly close.
they must have known
Maybe twenty of them. Maybe more.
something
i didnt.
But they all seemed like just one bird, because
maybe
they were right.
somehow they all knew exactly what to do.
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.
It's definitely one of those days.