This poem is less a narrative of existence and more so an attempt of mine to capture a certain, fleeting mood.
Getting lost at night on purpose. House parties, and forgetting life.
As humans, we enjoy a somewhat longer lifespan that allows us to view the cycles that continuously occurs in nature. It's beautiful, sad, happy, everything - over, and over, and over again.
The moment I realized the worst was yet to come. The moment I realized my sickness was more than a cold. The moment I felt most alone.
A ROSE sent with sincerity ,through distance and time, held together not with a bow, yet a thought that ''you're always on my mind''. A ROSE has its thorns, as language has its sharp words, the possib...
This poem is less a narrative of existence and more so an attempt of mine to capture a certain, fleeting mood.
Getting lost at night on purpose. House parties, and forgetting life.
As humans, we enjoy a somewhat longer lifespan that allows us to view the cycles that continuously occurs in nature. It's beautiful, sad, happy, everything - over, and over, and over again.
The moment I realized the worst was yet to come. The moment I realized my sickness was more than a cold. The moment I felt most alone.
A ROSE sent with sincerity ,through distance and time, held together not with a bow, yet a thought that ''you're always on my mind''. A ROSE has its thorns, as language has its sharp words, the possib...