The Birds

For me it is difficult to find comfort with other people; I have always felt perpetually out of place in groups, even the ones that I have supposedly belonged to. It is like being a bird that is pecking for grain in a field, the bird is part of the world, but it will never find belonging on the ground because it lives in the sky. I am stuck in a world afraid of progress, but I am trying to move with time, and time is moving forward. I live with the birds, working in the world, but trying to push its limits outwards, towards something new.