birth

you get to draw up that dream..
living on you every day..
and then the pain.. may be to see it getting finished...
it vanishes...
...
you are shattered..days and nights break off.. blood shed all over..
...
beauty doesn't limit itself to only facial caricatures ...
you get inside..that's where is peace..
and there lies the dream.. untouched..crude and sparking.. in its vibrancy, it glows..
for you to live it...