Guess what
I am so used to my nightmares
Everytime I wake up from one
I laugh at myself and go back to sleep
Only to return to the evil place
Back in my head
But it's okay
I am used to it now

take yourself some time:
-to admire the clear, pastel sky,
maybe tomorrow it'll rain.
-to smell the blooming flowers,
maybe tomorrow they'll wilt.
-to hear the melody of the birds,
maybe tomorrow they'll fly away.
-to live, not just to exist,
and you'll be grateful for what I say.
forever is not something made for humans.
but we can at least taste it.


-May Colde