Greece in muted pink.

Flooded in Haiku and rubble.
The painstakingly, shin.
Filled in ghosts and napkins for yours.
When it rains.
Flowing blanketed surprise, the fiends.
Never.
Over and against certain other pains.
Because it rains.

Garrett Johnson.

I can't see my future, with my present sight, but mother says that I will be alright.

I have been skipping online classes as of late; assignments turned cold, piled up on my plate.

I am uncertain of what the future holds, certainly apprehensive of tomorrow.

So many hopes tied to just this one line.
Its all gonna be alright.

Nothing's wrong
Nothing's right
I lie awake
Crying in the night
Although I feel fine
I know I'm alright
But my mind is racing
At the thought of what might