A Stream of Consciousness

The Bird. It sits in the tree, huddles. No one knows. Whispers through the trees. Wind rustling. Unknown voices from unknown times. The bird knows. The bird sees. I see. My eyes become clear and the bird flies from its tree. I am alone. I sit in its tree and I see. I see the distant explosion. The one that scares me. I know no god. God is not here. He will not save us from this. I fear all. Our eyes are blinded. Open them. See what the bird sees. See what I see. No longer be a ghost. Do not be a lost soul.