#escapismfromtoday
A garland I wear
made of flowers of the past..
A fragrance it spreads
to the nostrils of my heart..
And the flowers grow
heavier every single day..
making my shoulders
so weak to face 'today'..
*May the thorns of today
and the bushes of tomorrow
help me move on,
making those flowers hollow..*
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC