your WOrds about this IMAge
The heart throbs
Like an aching bruise
A sad song’s echo
In the house of blues.
“Blue” is not a state of mind…it’s a personal prison
The balcony could be the open window to the world…or the entry for all sad things…
Why is it so simple to to draw the curtains and keep the secret…when it however will get out and get so ugly and blue…
Blue is cold and clean…like this it’s psychiatric…
THANK YOU ALL!
Next WO*IMA here at the weekend – have a great week!