Behind the trees the sun shine

behind the trees the sun shines through, the sea is deep and the sand is murky. In the sand there are sharp stones that cut the skin like a thousand small wounds. On the beach walks a lonely shadow of fragile glass shoes, the princess with glass shoes and a porcelain face. What is hiding there under the surface, what happens when you scratch the surface a little. What lies behind all the hidden doors Who will you find if you search deeply? Whose reality do we really live in and where? Beneath the earth dwells the invisible. The vampire drinks blood and the blood seeps down your fragile throat. The midnight sun meets their pale faces, their pale figures absorb the sun. The long nails make holes in the table and the offices are filled with secret documents from the eighties. The windows are too dirty they should have been cleaned long ago, but still you can see the towers outside, people walk in light clothes in the summer. Their laughter echoes in the wind.