cars, no hearts, no souls, no warmth machineries from metal were consist. old factories and smoke. big cities and high-rise buildings. fake smiles, fake faces, cold nights. lonelliness and empiness. no speach, no words. around just masks. just masks around me.
the rain of tears is falling the river flowing, boiling my heart is slowly healing my pieces get together to the one there no more shame to crying because while tears are falling while tears are falling from my eyes my heart is slowly healing my pieces come in one.
she was a bird. she had a big heart. she thought that everyone like that. she look at world with open eyes. untill the stones were falling onto her. she still a little bird. but she was hurt. her wings were bleeding. she cannot flying anymore. she's just a bird with broken soul. she looking at this world with open eyes still.