Chala101

There is a sandstorm Blowing Slowly burying you aliveYou close your eyes Cover your ears Tell yourself You don't feelBut It does not Change the fact That There is a sandstorm Blowing Slowly burying you alive

She was cold. She was lost.The girl walked through the grey rain the grey clouds had brought. The grey walls of the grey buildings turned into an even darker grey than the grey pavement that surrounded themThis girl walked through the grey world alone.Then she noticed the man. He wore dirty grey rags, and leaned, shivering, on the grey pole, drenched in the grey rain. Without any instruction from her mind her body moved towards him. Her hand stuck her red umbrella out. The grey could not reach his skin.“Excuse me.” She said before she could stop herself, “I’m lost. How do I get home?”A single eye opened. The dazzling blue shone through the...

There is a girl, standing, an arm stretched out, her hand reaching for what cannot be reached.There is a woman, falling, an arm stretched out, her hand reaching for what is further away.There is an old woman, dying, arm no longer stretched out, hand no longer reaching for what had all along been in her other hand.

The heavy rain come pouring down, She could feel it beating on her skin. The roar of thunder from the sky above, Was making such a din. The strong and cold gale blew around her, Chilling her to her core. The heavy clouds blocked the sun, In sight was as dark and grey as ore.But she did not mind this. No, not at all. The rain did not hit her so hard When arms shielded her from its fall. The thunder was not so loud When whispered words of comfort muffled its sound. The wind was not so cold When in the warmth of love she was cloaked. The world was not so dark When in the light of joy she danced, Along with her two beloved friends, Mommy, Dadd...

Memories A fine layer of dust coated every surface in the dark and cold attic, except for the recently dusted television set and wooden stool. A single lamp was lit next to the chair, illuminating a pile of old tapes and photo albums. The woman stared at the attic she had been too afraid to enter for years. She was only here because her therapist had suggested it. Fear gripped her, squeezing her tight, but she forced herself to settle on the chair and play a tape. On the screen was Judith’s tenth birthday. It took place in the back yard, and it rather disoriented her to see the pool blue and clean after just seeing the present day pool in ...