June 17th, 2011
Through my open window,
the sound of birds carries on a calming breeze.
So many different voices—
each individual feathered world part of a chorus just for me.
Their motivations are well hidden,
from these ears that find comfort in their random choir.
I only hear the beauty,
and not birds who are hungry, horny, and tired.
I relax and close my eyes,
trying not to dwell on the pain I've shared with those around me.
Oblivious to another perception
that takes comfort in my struggles as part of how things should be.