Underneath the nest which had crashed into the asphalt, was five small birds.
I didn't want to touch.
I didn't want to know.
I only wanted to be good,
But could I be merciful?
They received mercy, but did anyone love or forgive them?
Mercy. It's nothing to me. Forgive me.
I don't need your mercy, only my own.
I will not accept to need yours.
Because then I would be depended on you.
Eventhough I am.
Texts: Noora Nenonen