February

(A very overdue piece. )

No inspiration or affection or thought of any kind brushed my path.
I hated it so
I watched the sky melt into a thousand shades of grey, dismal prayers planted in the clouds.
From beneath saturated dreams I wander, dying to leave this world behind.
Is it just the cold or am I only one caught in a sleep state?
My tired eyes hesitate to see the truth, if I ignore the ailment eventually it will cease to exist-so I press on, living day after day in a spiraling routine of emptiness
My Inner peace started to decay and I became nothing more than a bitter soul
Floating from one painful memory the next.
Disappointment was written in the water, I believe it was meant for me. 

🌷(4)

◄ Pink lemonade

March. ►

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