the fog rose off the river in a slow manner, wrapping itself back up into the sky, returning to where it belongs. tired eyes followed the grey smoke outside their window, listening to the morning birds sing outside the glass.
no sleep left the broken hearted to nothing but empty dreams. their backs stuck in a slouch as their raw, red eyes stared coldly out to the sunrise.
i, on the other hand, laid myself against the tree that arched towards the clouds. it's hollowed out body made the perfect match for someone like me; someone who found themselves to be just as empty.
my hands held tightly against the side of the notepad, yawning into the silent air. my white knuckles stayed glued to the thick paper, trying to find some strength in my tired body to stand up and walk home before my mother noticed my disappearance.
sticking my hands to my thighs, i stared back at the tall object before me. my eyes crawled all the way up to the top, slowly outlining the branch that always had caught my attention.
"one day," i whispered, "one day,"
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Poetry"I'm okay ̶ ̶ really, I'm fine," © playlist bangtan boys h.r. : #111 in poetry
