let my tears be my only companion
i shall await the next sunrise
it is sure to come, though it may take a while
do the ebbs & flows ever knock you down?
do you feel it in your soul, the pains of hollow?
2/22, an angel number
most likely here to remind me
to trust & have patience
trust in whom?
patience for what?
my roses are dying, my breath faltering
i haven’t known a day without mourning
in how long?
maybe i am not broken
perhaps i am integrating
what took so long to build
cannot so easily be destroyed over night
if, for 21 years, all you knew was suffering,
would 6 years make it alright?
slowly, possibly
give it another 3
give it another day
perfection is so…
in another lifetime,
i wonder if things are different
could escapism truly save me?
trust myself, have patience for better
if things don’t change,
things won’t change,
right?
here i am~
doing all the beautiful, right things
can i dream a little bigger now?
we need dreamers in this world,
otherwise everything would be stagnant
most, if not all, of us are creatives
let me create
let me do what i do best
unbothered, in the peace & quiet
to myself, alone, is where i flourish
some other day

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