“Dew of the sorrow”

Silence that is field around us.

Some tears are growing inside of us for a long time.

To not let ideas vaporize, for concentration they are like a dew that gathers inside of us.

Collecting simple drops of joy and sorrow when the atmoshere is right, destiling in heart, but the head is the tap, that emotions can be realeased.

Those drops are not to be collected by hands, it gathers on surface of us.

Beeing soaked with sorrow that is making my soul so wet, that it rains from clouds that are gathering around me