Story & Song writer, Singer & Photographer
She was in a dark room. She couldn’t see anything but all she was hearing were fearsome sounds. Sounds telling her that she’s evil, bad, the worst, abnormal, loner, loser. She was frightened. Will these sounds ever stop?
He’s following her…running, wanting to catch her but she’s running faster than him. The light is starting to fade away. She doesn’t know when to stop. She doesn’t know where to go. But he couldn’t stop following her.
She’s sitting on the chair. Holding her glass of red wine and talking to herself. Asking herself questions and looking at her glass. “Why did I do this? Why did they do this? Why was I born to be hurt?”.
She keeps asking herself these three questions and looking at the glass. She’s…
Sometimes when you read the word ‘miracle’, you may think of it as an impossible thing to occur, or it’s possible but not likely to happen with us. The truth is, everyday we see miracles, but we don’t realise.
I looked at this street art and it amazed me. Hope you guys like the story that i wrote about it.