The past month,
I noticed something.
Everything makes me so tired.
I don't post poems anymore,
I don't write anymore.
Can't think of new stories to write,
All the colour is gone.
Things are made up at the spot,
Too worthless to deny.
I'm trying to control it.
The world is silently passing by.

So I'm on a vacation for 3 weeks so my poems will be quick scribbles.
Thanks for understanding :)
Love you ( as a friend )

What
-            Even
    .     Is
a                  poem

.       Quiet
                      -s           Quiet

Quiet ~

Ouch,
I got braces today.
Yay! :(

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lvrt6lAwR-M&list=LLPHDelQBnYlP6XKa23lSJ8w&index=2&t=0s

Good Evening

Today is going to be a good day,

Maybe.