For what else language, if she doesn't make it, to make us happy for a moment!?
Raven! I thought, i can speak!
And now keep silent to them….because her words offended me……
…only words, Raven…..backed with some warmth: would be words with wings!
But: Raven! Who else can? I still can?
My heart also grew small…..
who am I, what a grimace in the ice of his eyes.
(Breaking ice just for a little small talk!, after we speak properly? embarrass my heart, at the thought, just start over with a little small talk, next door…., too proud for small talk, no no…. I can't feel small talk….when I can do more than that…why should I break ice with small talk!? And, But then why can't I do more than that!, if I can't do it anymore?)
Wings, Raven: that rhymes with Wit.
But it rhymes: Wit on human?!
It seems to me, it rhymes: Raven! And the cutie, handsome art, how you steal my tree nuts!
Ildy writes to me almost every day, who lives in the world, from the suffering of the people, posing as humans (employer and employee) make life hard….
Is our perception (that of Ildy and me) too selective? Is my perception … still …..