bleeding.

the sky.

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The rain fell on to the ground
I think i was perhaps in kindergarten when first heard why it rained
It was tough for the clouds to carry all the water
I wonder is it hard to carry for the sky?
I wonder is it hard to act like it all wasn't a burden?
I wonder is it hard to carry everything and still walk with ones head still held so high?
I wonder if I let go , would it water the neglected thorns on my garden and perhaps those will bloom into fresh beige roses?
Like it did for the sky?
Will i pick myself up again after the storm just like the sky did?
Will i be able to re-rise my sun and not try to hide from it just like the sky did?
Will i be able to re-rise my moon and not feel as incomplete as it just like the sky did?
Will i be able to see birds of happiness fly around me and make my sun shine just like the sky did?
Will i be able to paint delicate colors of blue after shouting all my darkness and will it turn into the soft color of white and reflect just like the sky did?
Will i be able to recollect myself just like the sky did?
Even if i can not, i have to.

-s (2021)

the shit I wrote because my electricity went out during a bigass and I was bored.