2:21 a.m.
I wondered what it felt like to be kissed by the summer rain in my best attire, the wet droplets planting against my olive skin
and washing away all that was left of my childhood's innocence
Perhaps it felt like spring's warmest days
a mixture of my mother hugging me after a bad day
and a gentle pat on my head from my father after a long tedious day of collecting rocks
and tattered flowers
I wondered what it felt like to let go of every single piece
of the things that dragged you down in this long, treacherous journey that is life
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it's 5 a.m. now
Poesiaa taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
