two baby birds were squabbling over a crumb this morning on my way into work.
tweeting ferociously and pecking at each other, one would grab ahold of the morsel and skip across the pavement, almost waiting for their partner to catch up and continue the fight.
i stood and watched them for a minute or two as they tangled and squawked and the crumb tumbled around, losing bits and pieces along the way.
hard to find any semblance of motivation when you watch two little birds ignore the hustle and bustle around them. it’s difficult to put yourself in a place on the globe when it seems like they’ve all been taken up.
there are little times when windows of the world open up to me. when the words that overflow in my brain simply reach their limit, only the sight exists. it feels like everything i say just spills out and creates a toxin in the air.
i simply wish to focus on the birds squabbling in the streets.
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