My mind
is not the safest place in the world.
Often,
it's a place
full of war
and blood
and pain.
But I think
as long
as the rain pours out of sky
and washes away
the mess I've made
and as long
as the scent of fresh grass
fulfills me
on my good days
everything will be okay.
- wait for the days where the clouds make space for the light, because there will be times that are brighter than sunrays in a summer morning
