rereading what i used to call my reality and end seems so far away from where the clouds. even though i will always end up at That place, i'm here now. endless meadows and sun that doesn't burn you if you're wearing black.
i've never really written "happy" stuff until now. thank you for reading my poetry and letting it touch your heart, if it has. being on here makes me realize i'm not alone in this big world. thank you.