Black silence

Silence is like a black hole. It is uncertainty. It is lack of information.

Sometimes I think that the little bird is happily flying, but when I look to the sky I can never see him. Then, some other times, I think that the eagle could not make it and surrounded. Then I feel sad. I want the little bird to be happy, flying with spread wings, even if this is done far away from the eagle, it will be ok.

So, little bird, please send a message to the eagle saying that you are happily flying.