The sky drained the earth,
As much as my heart towards the feelings.
The air humid and cool,
As much as my composure.
The mountains stood strong,
As much as I wish I were.
But, I'm no mountain for you to adore, not the sky for you to admire.
I'm a human, flawed, weak and rugged on my feet.
YOU ARE READING
Souls rehabilitation.
AléatoireWhen you cannot say something, write it. This is where souls go to for rehab. Words that are left unsaid, are written here. Feelings that are left unexpressed, are written here. Just a human going through a hurricane of dullard feelings and thoughts.
