" rain drops of the sky
fall on to the ground as the clouds weep
their floor, drops are droppen
to realize how each life is being
losen quickly"


"it is not how we enter but how
we exit so fastly, we come from the
gates of the heaven and we fall onto
the hell of the lava and we dry"



"no matter how many tries we try to
escape, everything seems so hell
maybe this is hell to me but it is home to you
i find everything so timid here while at clouds
so soft and fragile"
© fiery