You’re a black crow (In Berlin)

In Berlin, time nests in between the cobbles of the narrow streets, soaked in a deep slumber of sleep, dust its blanket, passerby bicycles its dreams. You’re so aware of your existence in gray, quiet Berlin. The vast, cunning sky sheltering the city, moments before the raindrops fall, resembles you. In Berlin, a crow sits on your head as you’re mourning your break-up with your now ex-boyfriend who you loved dearly for five long years. With tears dried up in your eyes, you stumble upon a sunbeam on the streets of Charlottenburg, and your vulnerable body cries, tears of happiness, tears of sadness. But life is life, and it feels altered here in some places, and you’re so aware of it, you stain the streets with your existence. Grafitti on canal walls are messages sent from god, but you don’t quite understand god’s language yet. <a href="https://anoneparidze.medium.com/youre-a-black-crow-in-berlin-f3be05791d66">Visit Now</a>