"If I could paint a picture of how we used to be, it would be a landscape of a field with sunflowers that all look the exact same. The exact same. Over and over and over again."
This is a stanza from a poem I wrote, but haven't posted yet. If you'd like to read the rest, leave a comment. Aiming for 300 followers in the near future, so help out if you can! Hope you're all well. **