Run!
Hurry!
Wake up!
In the dead of the night, white mist forming up the hills, in the forests, on the streets of every small towns or big cities. Watching. Hovering.
Can you see them? Hear them?
Hands reaching out, but passed without a backward glance. Pretended
tranquilities, leading nowhere.
"I am standing right here, in front of you all! Why can't you hear my pleads, my cries, my pained cravings!?", she shouted and he clung. Onto me. Through held-back, clear, eternally cold sapphire eyes, I spread my blood-stained wings.
"Leave!"
and I wake up.
Inside, the internal coldness will not subside. Loneliness creeps around my shoulders. I weep, weep for the lost souls in every one of us.
Sunlight is piercing through the slats of the blinds and the morning Dawns. Another day.
Lost Souls
