My fingertips are burning,
the flames run through my arms.
I'm almost out of time.
I sit and stare,looking at nothing,
being nowhere.
I beg the wind for air
and the clouds for shade.
Restless feet are moving randomly
A heartbeat follows
The birds fly away
I stay
My fingertips are burning
but the fire's almost out.
hmm... very plastic way of describing a feeling... and very good! Look how I see this.... http://www.desenatori.ro/desen-1411451.htm
ReplyDeleteI thought about you 3 this Saturday, I hope you are all ok :-) I'm so glad you are back here, God knows how bad we need to put some moods into words.. please keep on wriitng!
Many many hugs for Georgi!!!!! And a big kiss for Luca!!!