sometimes this blog feels so dead. or it could just be my muse who’s dying. i have a lot of things to write about but then those very things end up lost in a vacuum somewhere.
like it doesn’t matter anymore. and i wonder why that is.
yesterday morning i buried a dead bird. a familiar-looking bird similar to the one popit brought in by its neck the other day to showcase her hunting skills. i literally pleaded with her to please, pleeaase not hurt the little bird as i slowly maneuvered my way into grabbing the poor thing away from her claws. finally releasing it out through the window.
it didn’t seem to have any problem flying so i don’t know if it was the same bird i found lying stiff on our front yard. either way, i sympathized for it the way you sympathize for somebody you think you know. and then all of a sudden, bam! i felt very emotional, tearily calling jeff to tell him i love him and that i didn’t want him to die and all that drama that you tend to say when you’re pregnant and all your hormones are out partying and getting wasted.
that little bird is now resting in peace in the shallow grave i dug. but if there’s one thing i learned from yesterday, it’s that life is all about family.
at the end of the day, my prayers are for the people i love most in this lifetime.