coldxcompassion

 The other day I was walking with my best friend in Minneapolis and I saw a dead black bird on the side of the path, hidden partially under brush. Normally, I would have asid something about it out loud but I just let her keep talking and I lost myself in thought. This small fragile bird put life into perspective for me in a few different ways. I saw life and death conflicting and I felt angry inside. Then I wondered... what did this? How did the bird die? It just collapsed? or did something attack it? How does one attack a bird in the middle of the city without a gun? I imagined someone whacking it with a stick while it was landed and I almo

I've had a long day and I'm ready for it to end. I almost cried at work today. And I've been getting stress headaches every day latley. I think I need to go out into the wilderness and reconnect because I feel torn apart and I've been longing for that love of mine. My brain is scrambled and I feel lost and confused. I wish that someone understood exactly how I feel, and just hold me while I weep. Ghandi (samantha)