Cleaning within.

Sunshine in my eyes

Darkness not around

Life is skipping

As the day stops tripping

In the moment of the bomb

I hear a heart a ticking..

 

When sadness turns into a waterfall of tears

There is another presense here

The winter can not freeze the flow

Nor the beauty and it madness

Where it dreams

Into little crystals inside

The cave within my mind.

 

Torching the ravine.