Filled My Palm with Ice

life these days has become so difficult that it has lost control of both the sense and the feelings. writing ones thoughts by pouring onto your personal recorder/diary, gives a glimmer of hope to carry on with positivity in a less positive universe conspiring against the human consciousness.

I once filled my palm with ice.

I closed it first and then opened,

And look, the ice was melting, dripping like blood.

I closed it again and opened it,

See, it changed to the solid wax taking the shape of a bird.

I closed my palm and opened it again,

Behold people, a new feature appears like a human face, faced upwards.

I closed my fist the final time and when opened it once more,

Nay, there I found only ICE.

The sweetness incalculable,

Along with the cries of humanity.