Hopeland

The bombs are falling down from nowhere. We can’t see anything, cause the smoke is massive. There’s dust around us, we’re coughing. The stray dogs are whining. Everything is black and white, often the picture disappears from our eyes. Our siblings are tightly embracing each other, the skin on their hands is getting whiter. Everyone hallucinates and hopes. Once we’ll loosen the ropes. Slowly penetrating colors, the faces and the Earth will settle. I squeeze the Sun into the atria to get to the ventricle from there, then it can circulate in the unblessed ones and it can throw their sadness away. I squeeze the Sun into the souls, it is only a matter of time and it seeps into every corner, clinging to the curtains and blinds, it flows through the tiles. Our siblings are tightly embracing each other, the skin on their hands is getting whiter. Everyone hallucinates and hopes. Right now we are loosening the ropes. The colors have slipped into the picture, spread out in front of our eyes, spilt over the tiles, clung to our hearts.