From inside my dark room,
I watch the clouds float by.
Puffy cottonballs in the sky.
Dare I leave my safe haven
and venture outside?
Will the clouds wait for me?
I’ll wait until tomorrow.
One more day of watching.
leirelatent
“Institute Benjamenta” (1995)
Has he come for me?
I hear his footsteps.
Walking up the steps.
All turns quiet.
The leaves stop rustling.
The wind stops blowing.
The silence is overpowering.
A strangle hold on my nerves.
Is he standing outside the door?
Waiting for me to open it.
I won’t.
I won’t let him in.
He wants me.
I won’t become one of The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
Source:theartofmoviestills
Blossom by Phil Greenwood
WHITE PARADISE
The petals fly through the air on a soft breeze.
I so want to be one of them, pretty please.
I yearn for their freedom and grace
As they fall softly in their place.
I want to run through this white paradise.
Nothing can be as perfect or as nice.
They fall like snow flakes on a winter’s day,
Tempting all children to come out and play.
Lying like puffs of snow on the grass,
I can’t let this experience pass.
I must go outside right away.
I don’t know how long they will stay.
Watching a little too much T.V.?
Sitting in front of the computer
for too many hours?
Are your eyes bugging out?
Take a break and go outside.
Life might be passing you by.
