We fill our brains With thoughts and things Remembering subjects nobody cares about Join hands with the moon And become bestfriends with your doubt Its been said " You cant fly with wings of uncertainty " Then explain my existence Prove my heightsΒ Β I've been flying without wings at all Don't tell me your words hurt less than hitting the ground I've been soaring with no hope , no strive However miraculously I'm still alive
Even my short stories about winter days seem too realistic for anyone and everyone that tends to sugarcoat their definition on what life should be ;-;