as my bare feet marched through the streaming rivers the rain has created on the crackling ground
it came to me that this was where i felt safe and sound
overwhelming was the urge
undeniable was the purge
practiced on me with every single heavy falling drop
falling on top
of my capital
where every touch feels so beautifully radical
every embrace so healing
couldn’t think of anything more appealing
this feeling i’m feeling
like kneeling in front of a priest
and last but not least
confessing
confessing what has been
keeping me from finding peace
but there she is offering me so called heaven piece by piece
letting tiny rays of sun kiss some grey dark cloud
floating there oh so proud
oh so majestic
creating contrast so drastic
that i could soak my eyes in this painting forever
it doesn’t matter wether the weather will change
there will always be a way to arrange this spark between the two of us
as i trust
not at anytime will there be a fuss
surrounding us