Desolated streams..

Due to a feeling or other the scars remain.no matter what..no matter who.it's something you have printted down in the bottom of your heart.Stretched ..glued..hidden in the sand..covered with huge stones ..waiting for the dusty rain to burry it away..A flash of a memorie..Insignificant at first  but lets face it ..you still can't let it go..Time passes and i'm conscious that it doesn't care but it forces you to carry on..in the tumultuous dust ..bareness..loneliness ..fooling yourself that everything will work out  but come on..

  I'm done with fairytales!!

Love is not a victory march but it's a cold and broken Hallelujah....