Feb 2020
I broke the window,
this morning, that barred me from the sun,
The quilts of yesterday's dim, finally thrown aside.
I looked around,
The last remenant of candle was, still alive in the corner of my room,
But who cares.
I burned my favorite book.
The broken window swept all I didn't want to keep.
this morning, that barred me from the sun,
The quilts of yesterday's dim, finally thrown aside.
I looked around,
The last remenant of candle was, still alive in the corner of my room,
But who cares.
I burned my favorite book.
The broken window swept all I didn't want to keep.
Sometimes wake up in the morning is good to move ahead with leaving yesterday behind. The Sun always welcomes you and gives a shine to get rejuvenated.
