My inner sky is blue

My inner sky is blue.

Blue like a shiny

happy morning of Spring

when the air smells

of new blossoms and dew.

I can feel the taste

of fresh bread and butter,

sweet warm milk;

the warmth of a favourite blanket

cuddled up in the corner of an old sofa.

And just like the sun

can shine heartlessly

on the morning of a cataclysm,

my heart is shining,

breathing, pumping, feeling,

and enjoying every bit of it,

while your world

is shattered and grey.