I’m not sure I ever trusted birds. Not Crows or Ravens or even Doves. They seem to want to be so solitary so much the center of attention. I never really understood them. And I never really felt comfortable with them. I feel like the distance they fly is too far and not just the physical distance. But the overall gulfs that they place between themselves and others. I have my issues I know that. I am a fault line of flaws, like cracks in a mountain. I am imperfect and volatile like a red dwarf. Not yet a sun but still somehow a star all the same. I guess that is done with now. I need no crowds, while they bring Doves to life. I am a solitary star all who enter my space, won’t receive enough warmth or light to live under. Not if they themselves require the warmth of so many other suns.
The Nelo Maxwell Experience 