Blood is thicker than water, No wonder it refuses to flow, and clots so quickly. I like water better, i flows to take shape of any vessel, any number of times, without showing any resistance, it takes the color of its surroundings it makes the path on which it flows greener. its more beautiful, more lively, more full of energy, more full of life more pure in all its aspects, while the blood is stagnant unless its in your own body, its more still more selfish, indeed much thicker than water.
Thoughts, of barren lands, fluid landscapes, of houses void of living beings, of people empty of their souls , bodies surrounded by cold walls, of redbrick as red as blood, of metal as cold as ice.
Thoughts of caged souls peering out from behind the eyelids, shy to confront the cruel world, frightened to be killed by the devil.
Thoughts of dark days and nights, of flowers and green being rained by blood, blood which burns all fields of hope, blood that stinks, and stales the air, suffocating the ones with heart of gold .