I am happy that time flies
Cause then I can think of time as the bird
I watch from my balcony
Stopping by here and there
to say hello
Then taking flight
to remind me he doesn't belong to me
I know we can be friends
when I hear him chirp as I sit inside
As if he's telling me to come sit with him
But he is not a tangible creature
and would take flight once again
If I ever tried to reach for him

The yell "It's mine!" was the first call to war!

At seventy,
My family told me to be positive in life,
They gave me examples of my friends and acquaintances,
So I told myself,
I am pretty young and healthy
My mirror and my body did not agree!
23/9/2021

My mind is unsure whether it is the true mother of its thoughts or merely their surrogate?