#111;&i'm looking at you, and my heart loves the view
Sunday, April 5, 2009
When I drove past the prison just now, the top of the building there were so many birds, just standing there.
I don't see why birds who have the ultimate key to freedom would want to stand where they can see others having the exact opposite.
Maybe even when you're free, you still can't leave.
Maybe when you are finally given a choice, you'd wish you weren't.
6:18 PM
