When I look at all the things in my past, things I've done that have made me downcast.I'm looking forward to my little sunshine, Even if the rain comes I'll be fine, Because I create my own world Where I paintit and colour it and make it all I'm dreaming of.
"She put on a faded yellow dress, picked up the clothes her sister had thrown about in drunkeness, took off her shoes and scrubbed the concrete floor.The room smelled like the sister's unwashed body.There was a single bed where the two of them slept with the baby, a roof of corrugated metal held in place by two crossed two by fours from which a bare bulb hung.Every wall was in touching distance of the bed.The view outside was a concrete wall.She opened the door, and knelt outside on the sunny concrete, leaning in to scrub the floor.So strong she was , so able in this world of pain.The police had shot her father; her two mothers could not help her, she rented her body to live , and she lived she nourished her baby and her sister.Nothing could crush her until death.she was pure and her name was Rose."
There she was,Tall and Brown, sweeping.
adapted from 'the Atlas'.
I will today like no other accept my mistakes but constantly striving to be better to constantly renew day by day.
It feels wrong ...but I dont want to be right
Why this time there seems to be no fight
I delight.
Can't imagine I'm being this way again
Thought that I'd never see the end of this rain
It feels wrong ... but I'm anxious
Waiting for him to walk through the door
Though for now all I see is the wall and the floor
Just like Bob Marley...
I dont want to wait in vain
Ruki.
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