You give yourself so effortlessly to the brumal wishes of death. Bowing right at it's cold, dead feet; but you are not hopeless. If you were I would have left you to throw yourself in to his unforgiving grasp, just to be consumed by your own hopelessness— All you need is time. Most wouldn't allow themselves a proper respite in fear of appearing weak or lazy, but even the sun and moon take turns to shine...
A/N: Just a friendly reminder to take care of yourself. Remember that you're not alone... <33
- E.
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A Poet's Dictionary
PoetryPoetry: literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm.
