

Raining WaterfallsRaining WaterfallsRaining Waterfalls
Too often the sight of the walls is nothing but a privilege
Each raindrop caged in a vial each vial lost in the ocean And so each drop spends eternity in its glass prison endless spans of sealed jail cells clutter the pristine blue
The trapped rain will turn and topple gliding across the clear walls falling as it is rising to fall
Lost in its continuous journey the clear walls become ever darker The little waterfall is the brightest part of its captivity and it may have first yearned to rise and fall with others long forgotte


7 Days7 Days Until The End Of The World7 Days
Day 1: Frost covers the window pane Its edges colored by the soft cold The center still clean and safe Still warm to the touch The gentle reach of snow still yields me an eye
Day 2: Fingers interlocked for the first time Nothing more than a touch Yet, nothing more than a touch Does only his skin draw from hers? Is there nothing his hands give?
Day 3: The wind is well known Kissed many cheeks Carried many words The wind is not so great
Day 4: The clouds are being torn to


The Color BlueThe Color BlueThe Color Blue
Tied down A rough metal chair greets your bare skin the frozen surface kidnaps the warm oranges and reds in your body instantly
Your blood isn't thickening It's freezing its shards run through your body piercing your fingers as if your nails are growing back into your skin
You try to move your hands you have to you have to free them you can't keep taking this pain the infection of cold is spreading
It is all in vain your guides to touch your keys to embrace have been locked down bound to
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