this morning #2247.

this morning, i was trying to hide. picked a spot in the garden behind a row of tall bushes & lied down there. stared up at the sky. watched as the occasional cloud floated by. a white knife across the blue. i shut my eyes & listened to the alternating waves of quiet & breeze. tried to enjoy the silence. there’s really not much else worth hearing out here, cut off from the world as we are. i suppose the birds are nice enough. seems like most of them have left for somewhere more inspiring though. i don’t blame them. despite their bird brains, even they know the difference between living & dying. i’ve been pining for more of the former & less of the latter. to live an existence that actually matters. it’s tough in this isolated environment but i will make my move. fly away soon enough.