Let it rain - on your inner skin

There is something unaproachable beauty in the the silently pouring rain, on a sunday evening. When the town is sleeping.
And the drops make love with the autumn grass. Sighs heard gently in the dark. Listening to it. And breathing in. Out of the window. Being the only sinner, who throws it's shadow on it. Alone. Whispering sweet words of love and gratefulness.

And first time in a first place. Feeling yourself - being home.

Naked time

Sometimes your soul just needs to get every unnecessary weights off, what keeps it on the ground.
To lift itself up a bit, to breathe, to touch the sky, to drink the clouds. To be just simply... purely, nothing else. Just the picture in the frame. Out the frame.
Just paint it

From Brooklyn to the souls /dratf/

Want to live in a green world again.

Comfort slowly kills the human being.

Or they do it themselves because of it.

I knew a lot of elderly in the mountains who lived in the countryside, they really lived with nothing, a copuple of cows, chicken...in a house that did't even have real glasses at the windows and they were so happy...modern people are all the time stressed and sad.

That's our problem. Having windows, but not using them to let the world in, just another thing to hide ourselves away from the light, from each other, and hanging colourful "curtains" justr to make it more patterned, instead of saying the truth, that we forgot how to just look out on it...

Tech and economy have surpassed us and our tools are'nt more for our utility . Our societies arent made for the people.

...People. But not their souls.

(Based of outsider events and a conversation with a friend, about it.)