Not able to escape

[A loved one]

There's this little flower
That once was colourful and graceful
But now, the sadness pulls away
Its identity
And it cannot be seen
For it has the same colour as the grass that is surrounding it
And all it can see in the distance
Are Fields of Fear
- No matter what it wants, they'll keep it running.


Little girl
That once was smiling and sweet
But now, the hands have pulled away
Her yearning to live
And she cannot be seen
For the silence has made her invisible
And all she can see in the distance
Are Rivers of Hands
- No matter where she'll go, they'll find her.

-.-Love

[Morphia]

Indrukwekkend..

[Nighttime Bird]

wauw.....

vooral dat tweede stukje vind ik echt schitterend...