Why are you here?

I don’t know.

You really don’t belong....

Why are you lying down me?

I’m not.

But I feel you....

Closed, safe, invisible.

Or?

Open and ready to fly....

Rest your head on me.

Breathe.

Look at the sky....

Nature’s tears,

Waiting silently,

Reflecting her discreetly....

Cut down,

Chopped up,

Organized,...

Sharp,

Connected,

Authentic, ...

Rock: “I wish I was big like that mountain.”

Twig: “Why?”

Rock: “To be important, majestic, admired.”...

Paths diverging in time,

Some, hard to understand.

Yet with acceptance,...

In younger days,

I dreamt to own,

Feel secure,...

Stained, grey, perfect.

As a stormy sea,

On a winter day....

There’s always one in the crowd,

Hiding, yet

Sticking out a tongue,...

I’m scratched,

Cracked,

Old,...

Don’t cry.

Not because of me.

My scars utter words that burn....

Springtime,

Early blossoms,

Freshness,...

“Let your leaves drop gradually along the way,” the voice whispers.I walk by this wall often. During springtime it’s covered with tiny green leaves. ...

Our castles in the sky…

Independent,

But close....

Closed,

Half-open,

Blooming....

Similar, yet different.

Each reflecting a unique truth.

Like me and you....

I wonder who built it,

How they lived,

How many sunsets they shared....