i have been scared of death
since the day i learnt i was alive;
blue ***** drops rise
from the heart of the ocean
reaching for the forbiden place,
reaching for brightest star
that will bring their end.
for them we are as irrelevant
as an orange cloud in a storm;
the raindrops which fall on our faces
are pure and cold, but carry
the gold.
read this slowly and think about how small we really are. but it all has a purpose and i belive in it. (staying indoors is not too good for me:)