Birds on a Branch

“It’s beautiful” “isn’t it?” neither of them had ever been up here before. “Is that your house?” “Yea! The white one by the end of the road” “wow. The view is amazing” “I come up here all the time” he brushed off some dust from the railing watching it disperse out into the air. “Look … More Birds on a Branch


Walls, walls, like standing floors. Like borders of my conscious space, like the edge of where my eyes are allowed to reach. Walls that support the roof to protect me from the rain but equally to keep me from the light of the sun and away from the curious gaze of the stars. … More Walls