first feather

on your back 

uncolored nails tickle a feather   

with many shades 

The truth

that never surrenders, knows no limits, the scary truth, the one that gets you to the sides of society, the truth that takes no blame and has no morals. 

the feather is soft and colourful, many times you feel it just like in a dream, it draws the colours of hope 

Hope 

red and light blue, sometimes golden and magenta, the colors of an experience to live only once in life, inbetween the trees of existence

the feather does not forget about desire 

Desire 

Desire to be seen, fully and utterly seen

desire to spend time, desire to caress, desire to plunge inside the bluest waters ever seen, those of your soul 

and sometimes the feather gets broken by the wind of reality 

Reality 

there is no future for truth, hope, or desire, there is only a now.

Now

The feather stopped on the tremble of your back 

Now does not seem to be enough.