Letter to the Truth

Beautiful you,I guess you're in my way
With such a pretty face,
disguised under a shallow mind...
Whatever happened to the lies,
becoming less the conservation of truth,
they are no longer beautiful.
"You're such an inspiration for the things
that I will never ever choose to be".
And so I thank you dearly for you will always be with me
As a reminder of insanity.

Tales from Dreams

Part2:

The small dot was definitely not marking an end this time. As soon as I reached for the cup I was surprised to find it moved to a blank page. It dripped once, then twice, and then a small stain of black ink was suddenly alive on the white surface. It sounded comforting and relaxing. And then the sounds echoed like frozen. The small dark paint was now a pool of ice. I stood still, not wanting to disturb its evolution. I guess anyone in my place would have been terrified but not me. I suspect it was the lack of motivation. What if you have no reason, nothing to motivate your actions or responses, would you still be afraid?

The Apples

sun was dripping its last drops on a cold winter day. The red apples argued heavily in her arms. Wind, grey. She could never stand wind, it always came as a bad reminder of those days. Those past recollections threw an image before her eyes. Subtle and gently the warmth made her step slowly. A flash at the crossing, a sign. The white road just touched by the now silent apples was disturbed by her presence. The icy girl couloured in red the peaceful road. The weight was lifted, they were not heavy anymore.