They are said
To be
Just whitness in
The sky.
That's not how
I see them.
To me,
They are
White fluffs of
Cotton candy
That bring me
The wetness of
Rain.
To me,
They are
Images that move.
Shift.
That bring me
The clash of
Thunder.
To me,
They are
What makes looking
At the sky worthit.
'Cause without
Those cotton *****.
There is only
A ceiling of
Blue.
To me,
They are
The
Sky.

is it normal to love tragedy?

to love the depth and soul found from heartbreak?

every trauma, every low point faced...

open my mind & give me life

i crave to travel and understand my soul

so i destroyed myself

so that i could reincarnate myself

and now i do not let anyone in

i am my own everything

extremely internal,

i am a lover without a lover

i belong 2 me

at the end of every day i privately give thanks

i thank u for the heart ache

i needed it for my character

everything has a soul
remember that next time you wanna stay indoors all day on Netflix

from the dew drops on the grass, to the leaves on the tree

everything can hold love