What day is it, when you think of today.
What time is it, when you see the clouds pass by.
Is it when your thinking of tomorrow?
Or when your stuck in the past?
Could it be when your lost?
Somewhere in the world, there might not be any light.
Just an endless void of desperation and hopelessness.
Somewhere in the world, a person might be waiting for you.
It may look like nothing but endless climbing. No wind nor sea of clouds. Just climb and climb but who knows, someone could be waiting up there.
Waiting for when you reach the top.
Waiting to patch you up and give you a warm blanket and some hot soup.
Waiting to hug you and lull you to a peaceful sleep.
But most of all, waiting to be with you again.
YOU ARE READING
Mindlessly Aiming
RandomA description for a book that will most probably be never published to the public but it did 🤷. A book all about the little thoughts that occur in one's human mind and decided to store it. Not like I'll be writing more chapters often, either way.
