A Shipwreck of My Heart
I opened the window. Constantly remembering what happened yesterday. The frozen gelid army of a winter breeze opened my eyes widely and made me shiver. The very end of the window was covered with a smooth, fluffy-like and new-laid snow. I saw the glittering stars above. And stood there, letting them glow for me. The wind crashed with my skin, without any thunder of sound. Everything was quiet. I came from the dreamy sky, flying with the stars, and the feathery brave clouds, which stood so high in the sky. I loved to whisper words I didn’t understand while she was sleeping. Then sleep and chase the same dreams of last night. Leaving the ground, higher and create my own realm above the smoke of this city. I finally breathed and looked into her eyes, and then the sun came up. Every morning when the moon was still on the sky, half-covered in a blanket of the sky’s most powerful color; I refused to wake up and climb out of bed. I thought it was the only safe place in this world. The only place where you could do anything and where you could keep warm. Though I feel so sad, I can’t believe things are really that bad, and sometimes I felt alone. But if the world wasn’t that complicated, we wouldn’t need feathers to fly.
