My flowers are wilting.
Missing sun, missing water.
They feel abandoned
My mind has become a dark room
with scratches on the wall, keeping my thoughts in isolation.
I'm waiting for the rain.
The rain of clarity,
of a new season.
Something, anything.
To let the light back in
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
My flowers are wilting.
Missing sun, missing water.
They feel abandoned
My mind has become a dark room
with scratches on the wall, keeping my thoughts in isolation.
I'm waiting for the rain.
The rain of clarity,
of a new season.
Something, anything.
To let the light back in
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