A
                        Single drop
               A scent in the air, a pr-
       omise of thunderstorms tells m-
    e of the coming of rain. A drop of wa-
ter land on my nose, and then the sky ope-
ns up with a mighty roar of rain. Misty ski-
s, and howling wind, dancing like a torn-
   ado. Animals run, and birds get soaked
      in their nests. Cats hiss as the rain f-
         alls on them. Thundering noises
            on metal roofs, telling the st-
               ory of rain. A flash of li-
                 ghtning, followed b-
                     A low rumble
                       Of thunder
                           Rain

One thousand moments
But we didn't  
Use one
To
Ask
Why

What is the colour of a festival?
A child once asked me.
It's a whirl of all the colours, red and yellow and pink, and a thousand other tones besides. It is a deep, dusty pink, the colour of first dates. It's a bright, sunshine Yellow, the colour of excitement. It’s a joyous, bustling red, the most beautiful shade of carefree pleasure

What does red look like?
Asked the blind man.
Red Is the feeling of the hot sun in summer, it's the colour of shame, and anger, but also the colour of blushing.

What does green look like?
Asked the blind Man.
Green is the colour of life, and forests. Green is the feeling of of a tangled jungle, and fresh flowers.

What about yellow?
He asked quietly.
Yellow is the colour of sunshine, and warmth, and smiles. Yellow is the feeling of joy, and friendship.

And blue?
The blind man asked.
Put your hands into a bowl of cool water on a hot day, that peaceful feeling is blue. The feeling of blue is when you are in a pool, or floating down a river. Blue is relaxation and peace.

Broken moments,
Leaving bleeding scars.
All over, scars and scars and scars

You held the knife,
They say.
lucky it wasn't worse.

Cutting and cutting and cutting
Will that make me free?

Why is there war?
Why do we tear apart our neighbours,
And leave them bleeding on the streets?

Why do we rule?
Why do we seek power,
When we can be stronger banded together?

Why do we ****?
Why

Why do we fight?
Why do we fight if we never set things right,
And often ruin our sweet solitude?

Conquest is the first fall.
Conquest is the last rise.
Conquest is the end of all peace

I love the way you breathe,
The way you fill the air with your rumbly purr.
I love the way you breathe,
The way your chest goes up and down .
I love the way you breathe,
Because it's you breathing