"Guernica" - Picasso

Pain.

I can see the pain. I can feel the pain.

That's what I feel.

A mother with her son in her arms. He's dead, and now she's dead too.

Chaos. Isolation.

The birds can't fly in a room. I've got to breathe.

No one can save us, they don't know where we are.

The fear is running through the room. The world is quiet.

The silence of the night, The trees are crying.

The wind is howling "stop".

But.

I can see a light.

I feel a flower.

The spring will bloom again.

And no matter the cold of the winter. The sun will always shine.