A white seagull sits by the riverside, Children's voices echo from the park, The scent of spring lingers in the air. I wait for the peach blossom to bloom...
Now at the end of all things As we're breathing sulfur and Lead's pouring over our heads I'm glad you're the one I'm Sharing the trenches with
This is the first thing I'm able to write in almost a month. A little piece about my mental health struggles and how grateful I am to the ones that have my back right now.