they scream and they shout.
over something wasn't worth talking about.
the topic defines itself, tired of being unheard.
rumors fly carelessly, aimlessly, imitating the sound of a bird.
as i stand here.
watching.
understanding.
a bird falls.
it gets up, flying across the walls.
i watch and i think so dearly.
why did it choose to fly-
-instead of cry.
-gc
[a story over a flock of birds]
written in august 24th, 2017