why birds push bears out

I hate to say it is so much more clear to me now. I hate to say that taking that step will be the death of what? Whatever this is. Giving as much as I am needing. Needing all that is being lost. Bones are crumbling into dust, insides are drying out and wilting, head is being tapped with something heavy, stomach is lying in front of two feet and a heart is following close behind. It's all very quiet, but it is real. It's heartbreaking, it's cutting off eye contact, it's missing that picnic table. The truth that it is makes breathing a heavy task and walking up stairs exhausting but not so funny. What else to do but run? To explode, thousands of tiny particles in the air. Vanish from the lives of all the people you know. Never look back.