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?
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.