Even the sea seems to reflect the dejection in my eyes. suddenly a little bird sits on my windowsill craning its neck as if to catch my eye.. Hopping.
Skipping.. Chirping..
Fluttering its wings..
Compelling.. cajoling a
reflective smile
Both a search... each an obsession... a driven madness... constructive... destructive... for the soul inside... for the soul... outside - Musk... Or... Zahir.. break the husk.. set free.. to merge.. as ONE
Even the sea seems to reflect the dejection in my eyes. suddenly a little bird sits on my windowsill craning its neck as if to catch my eye.. Hopping.
Skipping.. Chirping..
Fluttering its wings..
Compelling.. cajoling a
reflective smile
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