I watch the sparrow, but can no longer hear its song. It seems everyone has something to say, and the noise now lives inside of me. Overwhelmed, I shake my head from side to side, but to no avail. I cannot break free. How I long to hear the sweet birdsong, but there's no more music for me. Nose pressed against the window, I search for color in the concrete jungle. The monotone landscape jails my creativity, so I flee this...
