In the end...

I believed the touch of the grass instead of the sky...
When there isn't a way out, the light will shine a way...
Somehow...

Dreams pt.1

Hidden dreams....
Hmmm...




I need to go for a run now. I really feel like going out there for an endless carefree run.
But with 5 degrees at night...it's not such a good idea.
Trust me.

Contradiction of the self.
Is there ever a truth?
Views of a scene.
Should it be shared?
A scenery we all see the same.
Like the grass and moist from the ground.
The sun glaring.
The warmth.
But you don't feel the sky.
You can't touch it nor reach it.

Which do you believe, the touch of the sky or the grass?

Sunny Days

Sunny days, sunny days.
Warm rays on skin.
Lying on the lawn.
Face towards the sky.
The sun glaring.
A hand reaches to the sky.
But it doesn't touch the clouds.

A shine in eyes.
An unreachable blue beauty.