you know that knick that bugs you in your brain to do something? let’s call it a birdie. I kept ignoring that birdie, letting the voice fade away. one day I just didn’t hear.

where is the birdie that flew away?

I dunno.

Did she grow tired of my constant blows to go away? did she finally find someone new to nag away?

yearning, searching; i look for my birdie that flew away.

birdie is the constant creative in me. the one who I long ignored and let die of hunger. i didn’t feed it and it starved to death.

birdie, i search for you. please come again.

love yours truly, zee.