The drop hits the window glass and glides down its path. His hands followed their rhythm. His fingers tracing their fall. Each time a drop falls, his heart breaks. “I love when the rain falls” says somebody. “I hate when the rain falls” says he. “why?” somebody asks. He opens the window and stretches his … More Dropp
Tow boys playing in garden, living their childhood without a care. One fell though and brought the other down too. Both were bleeding now, their blood the same red. both were crying now, their eyes shed the same tears. Both were left there now, to endure the same pain. Both were made to watch their … More Is loss mesured in Colour?
Walk back into the warmth of safe arms. Turn around and run to home now. Where there is still belief in sight. The world is too sour, you won’t survive. Covered in thorns might it be, but my arms are open for you to breathe. Sunlight where won’t reach yet the smile will never leave. … More condemning Santuary
Slowly a hand Opens the door. The timid bird inside crawls out. Spreads it’s wings and stretches. Than soars high to the blue canvas, leaving the hues of green behind. Flaps it’s arms across the clouds. Tries to reach to the surface above. The soft blue than turns to midnight, it pauses and floats … More Birdcage