Today was a day he needed to sit on the roof. Sometimes he needs to be in complete solitude. It's nice to reflect on things. Think about the things he can't control. Think about things he can control. Wonder if the birds in the trees in front of him are the same birds that keep him up in the middle of the night. He whistles to them and eventually they come closer. He can't control the birds. When he tries to stay in control with all the possibilities, he struggles to stay true. Truth feels so good, but can be so scary. He's not afraid to speak the truth. Truth is, he's on the roof thinking about one thing.
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