breathe

i can't stand this anemic brutal starshine anymore, yet breath will follow another breath. then, when i woke up the whole earth was blue. there were numerous shades of this cold, hostile color. i remember i went to the garden - it was empty. fascinated, i watched voiceless birds and almost transparent colours. i feel uneasiness, fear. then i turn. i am looking directly at the face of the painter who created this image. it is familiar. i wish i could kill him. but my hands are empty and motionless. i never knew i could paint that well.

::: another day. just breathe :::