crawling out the dark
when the breeze softly speaks and the sun swims in the blue, I recall from sweet memory of mine voices and colours of good ol' times; a tear starts to flow, like summer rain, falls to the concrete; simulating a heavy soul that no longer can bear the wounds; they open and they close, they got hidden and hurt even more; standing still while shattering inside, someone sees not everything's alright a new voice and brighter colours bring peace and heals the breaking, allows me to discover, makes me breath and haves me feeling.