SKYFALL SKY FALL

She kept you safely etched in between her prayers the same way she puts leaves in between torn pages of her favourite book. Back before all of this suspension/confusion/catastrophe, she would find you anywhere you could've been. But you were almost always hiding. The palm trees would sway in the raging storm and as lightning fills the grey canvas, your images will clash with the harsh thunder.

The flash of your heavy camera and her dizzy head. "You took a lot of my photos." And you pasted her on the walls of your bedroom like crumbling paint and you just can't stop.

The rain would fall gracefully from the clouds right on her cheeks and that's when she thinks her tears are indistinguishable. You and your soft hands lingers around along with the coldness of the Earth crying. Your ghost-like figure shaking from the rain. Who knows what she even sees behind those glasses, with her sight grained by raindrops like white noises of TV's channel.

Two kids in love, sitting in a vast meadow and you were telling her about your blurry past. But she spills snippets of her future. "Don't ever tell me I'm impossible. I'm not. You're impossible."

All along she thought rain was blue and clear but she had realized that she was soaking in crimson blood rain that day.