Apr 2016
I see her digging feverishly-
digging holes in search of things to keep.
She digs even though her palms are calloused and raw.
The yellow sunlight has moved to the moonlight’s glow.
I can only see her futile struggle;
in search of the things that’s already resting in her cupboard.
digging holes in search of things to keep.
She digs even though her palms are calloused and raw.
The yellow sunlight has moved to the moonlight’s glow.
I can only see her futile struggle;
in search of the things that’s already resting in her cupboard.
Sometimes people are constantly searching for happiness, love or etc. But as they're so focused on searching they miss it when it's right in front of their face.
