I think my brain died last July...
Nothing good happened from that dying August.
I personally don't really enjoy September:
October didn't seem to give a peek into my life.
And I don't really like November:
especially the 27th one.
And that is how 2022 ended in December
when the moth died.
From then on, my brain actually lives in the graveyard
and my heart became a stone:
I really wonder if I'm a human anymore.
Life isn't healthy as it was meant to be
and what I thought it would be.
Oh, my brain isn't working anymore!
A damaged human with a destroyed heart
and a wasted head
filled with crappie brain cells...
YOU ARE READING
_Land Of Lotus °• ✿
PoetryIt's not hard to remember what my lines are when expectations were not kinda melodramatic. It is a time to mourn the loss of the most beautiful treasures I was forced to relinquish, a tender goodbye to fragments of my heart's desires.
