The kingdom is melting

The rain has never gone even though the Sun is hanging there like a hanging pirate who cannot seize gloom anymore. The kingdom is melting in this prolonged rain. Every drop of water is falling, absorbed by the castle, and running through the building by taking a piece of fresh away from the pink marble, and then sipped by the soil.

A World without Fish

The last drop of fish oil was burned last night. I did not sleep and stayed in the dark until dawn. Sleepless was my wordless eulogy for my last drop of fish oil and the last fish in the ocean.