Gone are grey days, numb days
Forgotten words on the tip of your tongue days: love, joy, passion
Say goodbye to those white sterile walls and weighted chair days
You are nothing but a few small pills in a cup days, DSM your only friend. Because today I lay in the sun and soak up every last ray with gratitude, singing to the birds and earthworms alike, marvel at daffodils and garden weeds. I voraciously pick every last fig from the tree in all varying shades of ripeness letting the bittersweet range of flavors burst in my mouth.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
Gone are grey days, numb days
Forgotten words on the tip of your tongue days: love, joy, passion
Say goodbye to those white sterile walls and weighted chair days
You are nothing but a few small pills in a cup days, DSM your only friend. Because today I lay in the sun and soak up every last ray with gratitude, singing to the birds and earthworms alike, marvel at daffodils and garden weeds. I voraciously pick every last fig from the tree in all varying shades of ripeness letting the bittersweet range of flavors burst in my mouth.
