April 20th,
It's been a while since I thought of little birdy. He's probably dead huh. I don't know how long a bird is meant to stay alive, but I hope he fares well.
I wonder if anyone at all has found him. Perhaps his little note fell off as he was taking flight? Perhaps it's been months and someone has had him all this time.
Oh mamma, I want him so bad. Even if he serves to be a reminder of you. I would do anything to have a friend such as he. I have'nt really been out a lot. Only once in a while, to take a walk, or ponder over the questions of our universe. But that is not relaxing. I'm constantly thinking. Constantly stressing.
One question I've been asking though mother...
Why do you speak to Jema for me? I've stopped hearing you much. Are you afraid to speak to me? Maybe you've never been real.
-Lucy
