Point drop.

Weeks flew by and I discovered that my hands would rather do anything else than write.
I found that despite the snow, the rain and the sea of unfamiliar faces, within me, a spring had turn my soul into an endless field of green.
I realize I carry paradise within me. The way my heart stops or races at the thought of those I care for. At the thought of how little I care about the rest. I found shelter within empty walls and painted them with the colour of my tranquil dreams. I kept the lies I brought with me from home, carefully packed in my bags. Gazing at the sky, I realized the sky will never be over. But over me. With gentle wings I flew beyond the silence and every "you" was crystalized into candy angels that I ate, as I roamed the City of Night. I no longer ask the moments to stop. Nor for the stars to point a way. Everything I have to say will be said in the most afectionnate closeness. Everything else will be noise.