Chim đậu chẳng bắt, bắt chim bay

You see two birds in an oaktree, and you want to catch one. As you slowly approach them, the one you wanted escapes.

Now would you spend your time chasing the one that is flying?

Or will you catch the one still sat on the branch?

I pondered through my garden until I found myself attached to its absence. The lack of its presence had provided me a plot to sow a dream.

One that would be rooted in the soils of departure.

When the leaves started to wither, I noticed how I was willingly spending my energy on cultivating an unrestricted fantasy.

My gaze would outline the shadow of its past and future.

Its footprints left marks on the now naked branch in the tree where it used to perch.

A silhouette engrained in my mind that I could idolize to perfection.

Shielded from the forces of reality.

I would patiently wait for its return.

Its arrival would confirm that its fabricated existence was more truthful than the reality I was living in.

Its memory would provide me the plasticity needed to help me bear the weight of the undeniable facts which had forced me to twist in a way,

that would allow me to still keep growing with a sense of what it would be like.

The ecstatic relieve that I know would be the only way to soothe my mind.

Even though there was no evidence supporting my claims to its existence,

It branched out like ivy taking over every bit of myself.

Who gave me the seed?

A glimpse had proven to be just enough for the emergence of a new world.

One morning in spring, I saw two birds on a branch.

I escaped.