pointing her finger to the sky...and wondering....

sometimes
when i wake up
in the morning
and see all the faces
i just can’t
breathe

...so he was unsure of words never spoken...
and his lips were heavy...
and heart was bleeding...

it is quite...
it is....
destroying...
it's keeping people...
and miracles...
apart...
and it is called...
the
T R U T H.

and it does exist....



PS:...in beautiful stories my mother just to read to me.