Jan 2019
There is a world in which my mind
Had never fallen blue
And of that world I often find
myself retreating to
In darkest hours this I know:
My life is what I seek
In pools of hope, my shadows grow
And light is at its peak
Had never fallen blue
And of that world I often find
myself retreating to
In darkest hours this I know:
My life is what I seek
In pools of hope, my shadows grow
And light is at its peak
It's been a long, long time since I've seriously written. I've been... sad. But today was good and even though this isn't my best, I'm so stoked I was able to write anything at all. Shout out to my therapist. Fausta, you're a saint
