When the deepest sorrow stabbed through my heart
A voice told me to let go , that i was to weak to keep going
Then one night
The moon healed me with burning fuel
A shape changed my direction
My pen then writes my story
A brush becomes my vision
I feel as if ive lived my life aĺl over
Acceptance is rushed
So many things to still finish up
As i realize my time was shortly lived.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
When the deepest sorrow stabbed through my heart
A voice told me to let go , that i was to weak to keep going
Then one night
The moon healed me with burning fuel
A shape changed my direction
My pen then writes my story
A brush becomes my vision
I feel as if ive lived my life aĺl over
Acceptance is rushed
So many things to still finish up
As i realize my time was shortly lived.
