I can feel
The sparrow takes a flight against an orange sky. As the evening sun pierces it's rays through the clouds and kisses the sparrows little feathers, images of a young man flash in the lake below. The sparrow lives two lives. Or does that young man live two lives? He's young yet wounded. Not physically, but emotionally. Expectations, desires, fatigue and an incessant drainage of energy amidst toxicity under unusual circumstances. As he washes his face and looks into the mirror he hears a faint song coming from the balcony . He searches for his music, his voice. The sparrow talks with the sky as if it were not only his home but his lover. They talk about the infinite scope of life, the elixir of hope. Who could stop one if the wings were spread in fearlessness? In such moods the journey becomes that of acceptance and not of fighting one's own emotions. As he finally sits on his desk and gathers the fragments of a soul to study he takes a deep breath. Sometimes it requires coura...
