There is a bird on the ledge singing with all his might. I don’t know what he is saying, but he says it with such urgency. It feels important to be a part of.
Sometimes, I wish I could be a bird on a ledge, singing. Or a bird in a tree. A bird on the wing. A bird with a song and something to sing!
When I try to sleep at night, I often imagine that I am a bird, and it is a nice escape. But then I wake up, and I am human again, and it is such a disappointment.
I like to stand on ledges. They terrify me. But they make me think about what it would be like to have wings and a constant melody in your heart.
To fly.
