Dint stand on me my life's filled with wild flowers. You know nothing about it! Iv been to Hell and back I can show you vouchers.

That's why I write poems that are filled with broken bottles. Today felt like a silent picture searching for some colour in it's world.

I hold onto the old willow tree, but it's shade is Oh so cold! I let go and the wind takes me to a place were silence grows.

A place were screaming has loads of meaning, every sound screaming and searching.

Where your heart will never love, because hate will make it starve. I try to run to find somewhere to hide!

But when I hide my eyes start to cry, my tears think but they thoughts are deep.

Sadness comes along and takes hold of me, so don't stand on me take a look at the picture painted for me.

JidosReality 24.1.13