A concrete angel runs her fingers through silver strings.
Lose yourself in the depth of her sad blue eyes.
She glides over streams of restless arms, an empyrean light flying through umbran constellations.
She is neither deaf nor numb to their pain as her harp sings with sweet sadness. As she wonders...
How strange and sad it is that death gives peace more than life ever did.
Things have been so hectic I haven't had time to post on here as much as I want to. Today is a grey day for me, literally and emotionally. Its raining and I passed a hospital and a graveyard on my walk around my local area