i picked up a silver crayon. so pretty. this silver crayon was going to be the one to cover the imperfections of the empty canvas. no it will cover the imperfections of that empty canvas
yet it drew red.
another reason to not forgive myself.
actually the color red. I like that color. it's pretty. red. it's used for different types of emotions. from fear to,love, to hatred, and even one who is at peace or even happy. who know that depend on the person who is viewing this color.
personally I like it. I like the way it looks on this canvas. but other people view it and this it's ugly or I don't know people are so judgy.
i like the rain. bet you didn't know that. it's peaceful but that's not the only reason why. i like it simply because that mean I'm not alone when I'm crying but the sky is also crying. we cry together. I always wait for the rain so I can cry again. it actually been a while since the sky last cried. I've been waiting. the rain also Can explain my feelings in a way words never could
I've come to realize that sleep is no longer enough. it is not me, Like my body, that is tired but my soul. my poor soul they can never get the rest that they desire. it's to tired to even heal. it's broken and like faded and it's just too tired to come back together and fix. it has no Energy. ha rip lol.
man I have no energy so I give up on trying to write. my life has been hella boring so I'm signing off
~signed by me
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