I don't know why I'm posting this, but I know that...
On the one hand...
To be a fly upon a petal of pages-
As dusk turns into nightfall shadows...
Soft snowflakes capture my delight,
upon my face they feel so light...
A safe, thats me.
Find the key...
When the anger rages within me,
or even in my sad shock...
Inspired by this picture...
It is not Christmas eve no more
I wish it was Christmas always...
We keep on going
for we are not really...
We are dreaming without me and you,
gasping oxygen from the bubbles...
The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He realized there...
I am a star, collapsing
For far too long I've played pretend...
All the truth
is hidden in the moments of a bird silence...