|Slowly becoming an author.|
OtiosePurple skies through stained glassOtiose by silenced-echo
A flock of seagulls under stormy clouds
Golden leaves on an ancient tree
Mountains shrouded in morning mist.
― There is a world out there
But do I ever tire of staring at these walls ?
I am not brave enough
To try digging holes with my nails
To yearn to breathe a different air
― Is there even such a thing ?-
There is such beauty in this dreary place
Once you have learned to accept,
To look at
Water.coloursWeren't you always fond of colours ?Water.colours by silenced-echo
You liked to see the world
as an infinite canvas
on which invisible brushes
stroked the likeness of earthly wonders
― But then you also loved
The melodies of the rain
drowning even the silence
erasing all that
had a colour
grey grey grey
Won't you lift your eyes ?
Won't you look outside ?