When the world is silent
And our eyes are speaking
I can't think of anything more violent
Than the love I am seeking
Looking in the mirror, it awakens great fear
Hollow eyes and ghost like appearance
Quit there, but not really here
The long lingering feeling of a touch
It is now fading away
There is no apparent prove
My body isn't doing the same
I once read, some people stop living
long before their death
Too sad to live, too numb to exist
No purpose given by the universe for them to be missed
So I look up to the sky
and say my last farewell
And I have never felt more alive
the moment that I fell
YOU ARE READING
The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
