by Christine

June 11, 2016

Past notions

engraved in stone,

deep inside.

No place for butterflies.

Caged in,

wounded wisps on their ornamented wings.

Incapable of reaching out of the cage

desperate attempts to grasp

the depth and the endless seeming wideness of the sky.

Cries nobody is able to hear


December 17, 2015

It starts with me. Thats how she would begin.

She hated talking about herself. And being in the centre of attention was something she would rather avoid. She preferred the background. Being not visible, that was her favourite description if you would ask her about herse...

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