1.
For
even if I try to paint you in black
I fail
and the broken glass of unfinished wine spills colours all over.
I am falling.
D
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p.
The direction is down not u
She held me tight last night.
It hurt as a tiny piece of a broken glass rubbed against my skin.
Wine spilled on the floor.
I watched the colours as they held me softly with someone else's arms.
I enjoyed the touch.
It puts me to sleep and I curl like a cat.
it found the glass and put the band-aid on.
A tear rolled down my cheek.
I felt lost for words,
I jumbled them like feelings.
Confused, attached, hurt, angry, lost, longing, peaceful.
Sleep came in the morning.
A cup of coffee on the table at 6am.
Good night.
2.
We walked as the time went by,
Step by step with us...
Through the times that remain only in the memories of green pastures that we once had.
I saw them in a dream last night.
Green, wide, singing of freedom and equality.
They went past my window.
I saw the reflection of his face inside the cab.
A leash on his neck,
as I waited for the wind to take me away from the choking noise of evening chaos.
The wind has not come as yet,
So I waited patiently for a bus.
They marched silently with a string through their necks and nostrils.
I looked at them and they knew.
3.
Awake,
yet half dreaming,
Today
I shall, I shall, I shall,
I shall try not to spread the wings but,
but keep them hidden,
Keep them safe,
safe,
safe
from the wind that could bring the storm.
Sometimes.
For a moment,
I allow you to catch a glimpse of the feathers.
Grey.
And then you fail to notice that it was time to catch my hand.
We get up and split the bill.
We both fly away with the memories of grey colour of the sky before the rain.
You are so beautiful,
And so are you.
