what transpires here
are things that have just arrived;
none of them kept baggage,
or maybe some.
might i be given
the benefit of the doubt?
why must i still hear
the very same demons?
saying too much
or too little;
or both,
different on each ear;
why must the dark
feel like soothe,
when those who i call home
fear it?
maybe time will yield,
and to good things, tell;
what there is to triumph,
what stars are there to align.
Hi, it's Nes.
It's been a while since I've actually written anything.
I'm finding it hard to say at the very least the right words.
If anyone can read me, tell me anything. So that I feel like there's anyone who listens.