pretty bird in the sky;
flying so high,
watching the world as time drifts by;
waiting for its time to die

makes sense right?

farid and i were talking about names.
so i was saying that my yen was a swallow (bird)
so he wrote an random poem.

sigh

trying to let go of things i cannot have.

failing miserably in the love department. and valentine's a day closer.