the clouds moving outside of my window, inside my head
are the clouds moving extremely fast or is it just me?
the urge to stay wherever I am concludes that I'm sick
the clouds go limp but your my stars
the clouds flying over your head, hooking onto me
I'll be there in the dark when there's no one around
skies change day by day as the kids grow up leaving me behind
the destroyed piece of me flies higher and higher
until it reaches the tips of your finger
and turns into a star
Note:
Lmao idrk what this is but it's what I feel like. There's basketball class in like half a hour and I really don't wanna go, help me
YOU ARE READING
life is still going on
Puisia book which you might relate to written eloquently with my limited vocabulary a book where the feelings i didn't know i felt were translated into habits and now will be written into words. because that's communication for me.
