I'll just hang

[woodface]

The starlings are back. Thousands of them swirling in the sky, making complicated shapes and then swooping down suddenly. It's a beautiful sight when they fly against the clear blue sky and altocumulus clouds. The starlings are early now, last year they gathered at the end of the summer.

I'm feeling twisted up. Torn between a heap of different emotions that leave me with a sense of enstrangement. I can't touch those birds and the fluttering in my belly when they swoop down is only a projection of what they are experiencing. I can't reach out and touch the images the book I'm reading is offering. It brings back hopes and ambitions that are fleeting now. Out of reach.

Got an invitation to go with my sister & co to go watch Shrek 2 but I still haven't made up my mind. ETA: I called her to say I was going with them then five minutes before they were supposed to come and get me my sis cancelled.

Well I always say, it would be good to go away
But if things don't work out like we think
And there's nothing there to ease this ache
But if there's nothing there to make things change
If it's the same for you, I'll just hang