Aug 2020
I feel as if the sky with all its shades of blue
and all its different clouds
is some sort of weighted blanket.
And sometimes
this huge layer wraps around me, carefully, almost as to make sure I’m okay,
before it suffocates me with invisible mist.
and all its different clouds
is some sort of weighted blanket.
And sometimes
this huge layer wraps around me, carefully, almost as to make sure I’m okay,
before it suffocates me with invisible mist.
Do you feel the same?
As if the sky descends to hold you tight and slowly
let’s you die?
As if the sky descends to hold you tight and slowly
let’s you die?
(19/F)
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