4:20 PM
It's late afternoon, I've been sitting in front of my computer all the time.
I tried desperately to take a nap and fall asleep but my mind keep running with the thought of you bouncing all around the walls of my room.
My mind is clouded. Everyday, I'm waiting for the day it clears up so I can see the beautiful blueish sky.
I hate it when people as ask me what I'm doing tomorrow, though I don't even know what I'm doing right now.
I spend my life always trying to be what I am not or I say who I am not.
It was then, in that moment that I realized life goes on. This life was made for me, and it is mine. If I'm not being myself and keep trying to be fake, then what a damn waste that would be.
-a.c
YOU ARE READING
Clouded Thoughts.
PoetryThis is pure beauty, it is making my heart flutter inside like a trapped butterfly trying to escape it's dark cage... This is my journal for 30 days only. I write, so as to not be dead.
