Two Birds
Why we all love mysteries?
We love the black and white figures. The whispers.
The feeling someone is gone now, but it’s echo still speaks something.
Something we can’t understand.
Why?
We do want to understand.
Understand what we made wrong. What we forgot. What made this someone go away.
Will we ever understand?
Two birds on a window. One of them fled. The other got alone.
But then,
The other fled away too.
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