Cotton clouds join their hands and share snowflakes of happiness.I walk towards the birds little blue house, my heart’s beats louder and louder.The smell of the crisp air brings sparkles in my eyes.The feelings inside me intoxicate me.I fight with myself, i start a war and i may lose…
I search for the light.An endless echo of the light that used to guide my life comes from somewhere inside me.Tiny, now breakable.Ruining my dreams, spoiling my ego.
The world that i have created is nothing more the emptiness now.Shades of what used to be.Falling down, piece by piece.Feelings have become warriors and my body a battlefield.And i am tired of fighting…I am tired…
A battle leads to another…and i might lose…
3 comentarii:
Lovely pictures... and wonderful words.
What inspiring words...
And I love your new blog background! Yay for old and beautiful books!
beautiful!
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