i am no artist, nor have any skills with the flick of a pen

but i've decieded to make some of my writings into a collection

and as i have no illustrator i decieded to give it a whirl myself

this is my first attempt

my skanner messed up some colours and details 

but hey ho

its crawling up inside of me 

like ice freezing that last drop of dew on the long sleek grass

it closes up every hopeful loving organ

that exists in myself

everything becomes tinted with a darkened mist

that slowly drapes itself around my every ora

my eyes glaze with an everlasting tear

whilst the birds around flutter back to safety

i'm starting to regret

oh regret

all i can do is regret 

is loneliness the only answer now?

1.

down down down they float
white drops from heaven
so elegant as they fall to the earth
sprinkling beauty evenly over life