humans are made of earth.
that's what's heard and i believe so.
sometimes i just wish i can go to somewhere
enchanted where the sound of the river flows
and the birds sing a beautiful lullaby and i can
just lie underneath an old willow tree breathing
their lonely, yet refreshing scent of sweetness.

the earth is speaking to us but we can't hear
because of all the racket our senses are making.
sometimes we need to erase them.
starting from the toes we imagine a colourful
wind eraser rubbing it away all the way up to
our lips noes eyes and ears.
and maybe in the end- the earth will touch us.
we can hear the trees crying their silent
melancholy.
the stars will speak.
and we hear the hovering sounds of meteors
right above us.

how nice.

Labels: just my wild imagination.