Parakeet's Whisper

Darkness claims the day and promotes the night at this moment in time. Love seems to be that which I will never be able to celebrate and achieve. Belief in dieties and chiefs is all I can do as my fatigue grows to a tsunami in the land of Japan. I guess I am nothing at all. I work the four directions and twist with the wind to see things in a sober and meditative way. There are times that others cannot see my steely reserve. I imbibe the elegance of the air, and I feel a small parakeet whispering my name. I will be true to the base around me who can see my true soul squirming in my blankets every night. Sleep seems to escape me again and again and I stay away. It is best that everyone see what they want to see without me too far out there. Hello, now I must say goodbye again.