floating in space...somewhere...detached

The bird sits in her nest,

but she will never attach herself to it,

because she is not that.

The nest is not a part of the bird,

and the bird itself is not

a part of her,

but

apart from her.

Where will she go when she flies away?

In her dreams, she does not fly away,

away from her being.

She knows she is not restricted to herself,

as she is not truly her.

She can fly away forever

to find somewhere to land,

though the landing itself just blocks her.

The bird will never reach the place she

needs

to be, but she will forever fly,

forever flying

into forever.

Forever detached.

Forever.

stay good.