Sometimes
the sky is bright and blue,
and the clouds
are painted like strokes of hope
on the horizon,
and the sun
is warm and shining
on my face.
I can feel
the cool air
going in and out
of my lungs.
Everything else
seems to fade away.
I can breathe,
yet at the same time -
I don't think
I'd notice
if I stopped.
why is the dark side so blinding
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PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
