Tuesday, July 19, 2011. 11:42

  More from my journal,

  "The bird that flies, matches the night.
  The blackbirds cry, makes you shudder in fright.
  You've no one to hold you tight.
  You wish not to be the only one alone.
  They all will come, but few will go.
  Listen to the blackbirds cry, and you will know."