I never seem to notice this tiny details, which can make your heart shiver and turn your feelings on again. I keep looking for wonders although all kind of wonders are lost these days in a world which never sleeps; it makes me angry and sad and anxious and that’s why I keep running away every time I see this look on your face. As a child I longed for the day I could tear Neverland down and see beyond the looking glass, hoping, that I’d see more than a rotting shell staring back with my eyes, distorted and sick and all dead. 

While I wander through the streets no one ever takes, I see birds sitting in the red bushes, all but one, and my pulse stops for a beat or two, paying tribute to the little creature lying underneath the largest bush gasping its last but final breath.