18 de dez de 2005

Night Bird

Sometimes I feel like I’m only a lonely night bird. Flying alone in a rainy night, trying to find some direction. And I just don’t get any. Dark clouds of delusion and sadness block the way. I wonder if some day, I will find the sun.

Maybe then, I could stop feeling like a night bird and became a colorfull butterfly. Right now, I’m only black, grey and white.