What is it that makes us
what we are and how are we...
I write the lines
but who writes me...
From the first breath we inhale at our birth
To the last breath we exhale on this earth...
Clouds
stars...
On the roof you look into the sky
watching all the different things that fly by...
The winter wind blows against my face
The tear weeps, it leaves no trace...
4 enclosed colours.
Colours of isolation...
Fury
Written by: ReBecca Sanchez...
Deodorant overpowered
no opponent for my odors...
As my heart fails to find what to write,
My will, my ambition no longer strives to fight...
One day we will all leave this earth
so we must live life for all it is worth...
MWhy does this happen?
Why are we here...