Just as I thought in this time of year, Astonished by the new day, I fear. Nothing I could do, smile nor cry. Unusual it is, seems that smile I'll try. An endless vast scenery is where I am at. Rigidly I calm as I cover my face with a hat. Yearn for joy, I desire, for one day, I will be.
She enjoys her state of liberty like the moon enjoys when it shines at night. Just like the wise owl, she observes and listens. The voice that remains shut The eyes that saw blood and tears; And the heart; a storehouse of suppressed emotion ragging in pain Bottling up for decade. When Shiuli blooms as Autumn arrives, she finds her solace in hidden words, etched on her skin. The embodiment of imperfections stitched together that makes her a human.
tonight i swam in the water color canvas of sunset blue to orange orange to pink pink to red red to black it's almost like going to sleep light to dark a warm body squeezing back into the **** maybe it is all a dream a twenty-four hour trance and i'll wake one reserved january morning clammy and clawing for air
it doesn’t snow here but i feel the cold stinging my cheeks just the same (it’s good because the leaves don’t fall from the trees. i don’t like watching everything around me die) my mom doesn’t sleep in my bed and she doesn’t notice the bad days (at least i’m allowed to cry in peace now.) the bags under my eyes are more permanent now (i guess i can only sleep when I’m bleeding.)