"Hey, y'know what?

See the bird over there?

See the sky above?

See the plane crossing?

They're looking down at you."

"How do you know

If you're not talking with them?"

"Why do I need to talk to them, mate?

You don't need to.

Trust me you don't need to.

I know

because I can feel 'em.

I can feel the curious look of the bird flying afar.

I can know when their feelings meet mine,

And too fully aware of their freedom.

So, I can know perfectly well that they're looking at you

their eyes glinting with wonder,

wonder whether they hurt you for letting you see them happily flying

and whether I could heal you.

"There's just one more thing I realise at the same moment

wanna know?

That's...

with me staying beside you all the time

and watching you, like the birds from afar

you're not alone, mate."