How certain you become
In that wasteland
Where nothing grows
But that which is nurtured in loss
Sure enough, the Scorching sun
Would be a welcoming company
The withering heat,
A faithful presence
The insects, an irritating song
Howbeit, the darkness
A tangible constant
The cold, a smoldering comfort
The silence, a deafening dirge
In this desolation,
How do I find myself ?
Heya Dearies,
How has your day been?
Here's a new update for you, I hope you enjoy it.
I also do hope we hit 1k reads by the end of the month. It would be so amazing. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, you have to too.
Let's share our thoughts in the comments section and vote. Vote Dearies
Let's share to hit our 1k too
Have a pleasant day or night
Love,
Paris ♥
