The room is warm,
close to hot,
I hear faded screams.
Soft tears falling down,
your body cold,
you,
standing on top of a mountain,
your hair softly flows with the wind, your face pleased and happy,
clear blue skies.
Happy sunshines.
Wishing we could last forever.
but blue skies turn grey and clouds fill up with my tears.
Your face so pale.
And you fall.
My screams yell war and my eyes show fear.
Sobbing I collapse.
And we are all on the same floor.
But tell me.
Are we sobbing the same tears?
