Pigeon

Pigeon

At the time I was at rest. Mind and body. A pigeon flew and caught my eye. There were so many birds chirping but that pigeon stands out from the rest. Coming at my direction without any hesitations …

ant …

ant ...

like an ant, free. but the hardest thing is being alone travelling the complicated system of life. The water is calm, but how about crossing the ‘other side’ — to be drawn into and to be drowned against. So lonely.