It is me.
Watching the sky.
Lonely in the car that is not moving.
You can see it all.
You can see the flowers, peoples and the beautiful clouds.
I turn off the air conditioner so I can feel the fresh air outside.
I smell everything.
Whether it stink or perfumed.
I can assume
You can see the birds.
Flying around the sky like it was their house.
They are free.
But sometimes they're not.
They would be caught and never gets out.
But it still a birds.
A scared little birds.
A homeless little birds.
Its a birds.

(m.i)