Sunlight streams in as a river,
seeping through the open windows.
The glass sparkling like glowing jewels,
illuminating the ceiling with morning stars.
As warmth begins to collect,
a gust of wind gives way to relief.
The bed looked like clouds yet felt like quicksand,
slowly encasing me into eternal rest.
The curtains float as the breeze caress the grass and the flowers,
making the bushes and the branches sway.
It tousles my hair, which unfortunately moves my bangs into my eyes.
Even so, I can't say much of it.
I lay in bed, limbs melting into the sheets.
I wish to get up, run in the fields of life
Yet the mischievous fog rolls in,
Clouding my urge,
making me search for the extraordinary thing called energy
Guilt overwhelms me, tiring me out
Such a wonderful day, all gone to waste
Too tired to get up,
yet I long to be out of my midnight casket
and wish to frolic in the sun.
I think as I lay there,
the empty feeling washing over once more.
Walking on the sand of time,
feeling the deep waters of guilt.
I lean my head towards the window,
seeing the old paint slowly peel off the aged wood
Ahhh...
It's such a beautiful day today.
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RandomRandom writings I write during random times. WARNING! PLEASE READ! Though I am not very sure, there may be topics or words that may hint at something triggering so please do proceed with caution. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it! :D
