Warmth
Sunshine.
Spreading.
Twisting.
Spiraling.
Slowly.
Upwards.
Reaching my
Shoulders.
My arms.
My neck.
Covering my face
Like a blanket of bliss.
As the sun shifts,
And changes directions…
No more bright light
Covers my face
As the cold and
Dark shadows
Invade my space.
Like an unwanted
Feeling.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
Warmth
Sunshine.
Spreading.
Twisting.
Spiraling.
Slowly.
Upwards.
Reaching my
Shoulders.
My arms.
My neck.
Covering my face
Like a blanket of bliss.
As the sun shifts,
And changes directions…
No more bright light
Covers my face
As the cold and
Dark shadows
Invade my space.
Like an unwanted
Feeling.
I could probs add more to the ending meh. lol. I feel like its not finished oof.
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