When it Rains

Mesmerising Beauty

When it rains look at the brighter side.

Advertisements

Gloomy Mornings,

Surreal thoughts

Humid air makes me breath in all the possible germs which can be found in this  corrupted land. I enhale and exhale polluted air filling my lungs with dust. I imagine my two organs to be creased and covered in a thick trickly layer of little particles mixed with my inner fluids. Despite the fact of having dirty lungs I still venture outside admiring the world. It reminds me of life – it’s luck and misfortune. We have been beaten up to a pulp so many time yet we still get up and go.