birds of a feather flee
What do we do when a homeland disappoints us so so much? The shortest answer would be: leave. But, the shortest answer is not always the simplest. Our desire to leave for a better future does not negate all the love and the complex feelings we hold for our homes, our countries, and our rootedness in them. “birds of a feather flee” is an exploration of all those complexities.
come for my sins brave the dark seas white knuckles and cold fingers hold on tight onto bare boats the heart forcefully turned into a wound eyes firmly glued to the back traversing with eyes wrapped shut the fool said, vowed would you come back for my sins with ink stained fingers reach deep into my wound meant to shape a home birds of a feather flee together their desperation echoes through far away trails row row row they outgrow the seasons mother, oh mother extend a hand an anchor to pull me back take the salt out of my lungs before it burns the rest of me would you come absolve me mother, oh mother forgive me my sins i never meant to run with abandon
