*A time will come when I'm barren inside.
Every sound would remind me that I am hopeful
I am rain, hoping for shelter
I am the running breeze. Screaming, unabashed.
I would confess all those ugly truths,
about living and loving and forgetting
and be fearless, senseless.
aimless, being
just for the sake of being*
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
*A time will come when I'm barren inside.
Every sound would remind me that I am hopeful
I am rain, hoping for shelter
I am the running breeze. Screaming, unabashed.
I would confess all those ugly truths,
about living and loving and forgetting
and be fearless, senseless.
aimless, being
just for the sake of being*
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