Convinced is a word made to treat me as if i’m mad.

I am not conviced of anything. There is no further proof needed other than what my own eyes can see.

Flowers of eyes. Rain of red.

the bells that ring over her melancholy song.

Madness not for believing, but for being content of my constant company.

They hang from the trees like willows. lie in the grass like snakes.

Mostly they are there p...

Tonight made the thrid night in a row the rain had fallen. Unlike the first two, tonights felt a light and warm shower. It was later than usual that Doctor Luca made house calls but this was for an emergency on Vinci’s Vineyard.

Everyone in town knew of the rusted gates of the Vineyard that never opened. Nobody talked of them, only of the greatest wine that came from the other side. The only thi...