Fresh morning came again; ending at the same routine.
Sitting at the balcony until sunset disappeared and the cold nights embracing my thin skin.
Thoughts are flying as if they have their own wings.
Can't reach them as if they have their own lives.
Barren thoughts; Monochromatic hearts.
What a perfect combination.
It leads me into depression.
Thoughtless thoughts leads into procrastination.
Heartless heart it leads me into depression.
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YOU ARE READING
When Tounge Can't Speak
PoesíaA masterpiece of mine;where I can't speak and my hands are shaking to write what's going on my mind.
