Saturday, July 30, 2011

Uncried

Two glasses half full, left alone on a messy table. Condensed water drops rolling down the outer cold glass surface, like tears... Uncried.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I find it very deep and painful this one, coldness wrapped in the hotness of tears and lost in the mess, I just love the idea and the imagery .. and I love the name.
Excellent piece.

Meto said...

Thanks Randomika, I promised you I will get back to writing soon. I'm glad you liked it.