𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓵: 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓞𝓯 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼𖤍

𝕄𝕪 𝔼𝕦𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒

Pain is agony yet the trip to euphoria has been cancelled until further notice.
My sliver heart yearns to go there because of my suffocating surroundings.
My fortified heart yearns for a different pattern of kaleidoscope because of the way misery portrayed colours as this non-relatable thing.
My mind craves for the solution to end the thousand capacities that constantly race through harbouring ponders.
No one is there to understand but in a way everyone is...only justified by the demons they're trying to fight.
My soul is loudly crying for the day I take a deep breath and sigh, feeling nothing but peace, love and happiness.
No secrets to carry, no regrets to roam around with, no hatred to harbour and most definitely no tears left to cry.
Until then: mind deeply ponders, heart heavy as Thor's hammer, soul in the dark and euphoria in another planet.
By: Paballo Sempe 🦋🐛