dreamers

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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