Fuzzy Baby Birds

“At times I do like being ignored, it’s where I can think slowly until it turns to an obsession.”

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When they all come together and become one, my years spent playing in the woods return to me. The pirate adventures and jungle excursions wiggle through my veins like caterpillars in search of apples, donuts, and leaves. Vibrations comprised of Disney and Psalty’s Kids Praise hum in the background like an orchestra conducted by secrets of the heart. With every step my spirit dilates with curiosity and I feel like Einstein or Galilio Galilei. But, when I place my fingers on his tongue, I feel like Helen Keller relearning the ways of the world through someone else’s mouth. I guess it’s better to feel and be heard than to be numb and ignored. At times I do like being ignored, it’s where I can think slowly until it turns to an obsession. Like that scent drifting from between the pages of his book that I can’t place. It creates secrets…

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