I was bored and decided to write something form a Writing Prompt. The prompt was;
Write about a character who wakes up in a space pod alone.. next to a ship so massive that it's actually carrying a planet beneath it. Your character has no memory before they woke.
This is what came from my brain.....
This poem deals with the fact that we give all the days within a year a name, which makes them alive, and it also means that they can die when the clock strikes midnight.
Particles floating near the surface of the heart.
Shrouds the heart. Hides it away by showing a different image.
Jumbles of thoughts and feelings, ranging from fun happy times to stupid times.