I'm not what you think I am..

... so I stand, broken daisies in my hand.. staring straight and to the ground...
the colors are fading all around and I can barely hear a sound...



my fingers open one by one...I am slowly losing hold..
I guess it's time for letting go...



so here I stand...
hollow bones, quiet and alone..





broken pieces on the floor..
I guess this is what our hearts are for..


so lover send a postcard..
tell my family,

I'm coming home...