Why do I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders?
It’s light when I cloth my soul in a different skin.
It’s light when I burst into blooms of colors and scent.
Why can we only love what we see but fail to see the fear that blinds us?
A night of weary thoughts rushes in through my pores, and it’s not the darkness I fear, but fear itself.
Why do I feel the weight of time on my shoulders? Or more likely the lack of time that presses down ever so slowly, and ever so fast like the night pressing down on the setting sun.
It’s light and I’ve been awake in my dreams. It’s time to fall back into the sleep of reality again until I convince fear to like me.
It’s been raining and the sky won’t change its grey tones.
Why not get a rainbow in my plate with this salad created as I go along.
2 carrots grated,
1 courgette grated,
1 small red onion chopped,
a handful of rocket salad chopped,
1 red peper chopped,
crunchy sugarless organic peanut butter,
extra virgin olive olive oil,
handful of dried currants
Toss them together and see the sky change colours.