Psychosis

Yesterday I talked to a raven. It was really quite nice.

Admittidly, this recent quarantine has become so boring and lonely, that I think I'd be happy to talk to anyone. It was Saturday afternoon, when the raven flew right near my window, deciding to seat himself on some flat surface outside. I could see him, and by his look, I knew he could see me. He smiled, in his own bird-like way, and croaked once. I don't know why, but I knew exactly what he wanted. "hello to you to, Sir. what's you're name?"

The raven croaked shortly.

"Finch? Ooh! Such a cool name! Nice to meet you!"

The Raven snuggled in his feathers, resting himself on the surface he had found. And then, out of nowhere, the Raven just said: "nice to meet you, too!"

I was so startled, I nearly fell back:" A talking raven?! I'd never seen one before!"

Finch remained calm: "That's because I'm not from here. I'm from a land far, far away. but one day, I bumped my head a bit too strong when when crashing into a tree trunk. And since than, I was here."

I was so excited to meet this interesting entity: " I can't believe it! That's amazing!

What did you're old home look like?"

Finch sighed, and he seemed a bit saddened: "my home was a wonderful, green plain, filled with lush, green trees. I don't think of it often. it makes me sad."

I didn't want to depress him more, but just had to ask: "that sounds....not great. How did you cope with appearing in the city?"

He actually smiled at this: "actually, at first, it was really quite interesting. It's really quite wonderful, to see a new place." he then paused, and became sad: "but than , I understood that I wasn't coming back. And that made me really sad." He sighed: "I met a girl, built a family. But I still miss my home."

I felt sad for him, I knew what it meant to miss you're home: " I wish I could help you, I couldn't imagine what you feel..."

I paused: "but I guess, if you really miss home... why don't you start looking? "

He thought about it, organizing his thoughts: "maybe. That's a nice thought." He smiled: "maybe after quarantine. I like you, you're a nice kid. I hope to visit you again."

"I hope to see you, too" I replied. I really did. He was nice guy.