Emptiness. It's a common feeling when you are cuffed by yourself, a burden on those you love. My family is fraying as the threads come loose; I leave to the edge of the world where the blue meets the gold, my safe haven. You wouldn't know the noises - the peculiar noises tearing at your eardrum, pulling your feet towards those beautiful sounds- unique harmonies protruding from the usual chirrup. The disconcerting noises, strange and beautiful. I loved the bird from which the syrinx produced the melodious tune, luring me to the hollow depths from where sailors meet their beautiful end. The beautiful bird, golden feathers soft as the warmth they emitted, my bird, my emptiness replaced. Why would the comfort of the sand beneath your bare feet be stolen from you like a plank from which you dive when you enjoy the noises...