down wif e sickness
life, a mere miserable pile of secrets? or simply made up of unhealing pain and sadness? if e resounding voice tt calls me should wither, even if its snatched away by e winds which blows wif time, there’s a meaning to everythin in e unseen future.
spring, a dazzlin display of dancing flowers flittering down a blue sea, sparklin, flarin, burnin. unto the sky, e petals pour down lik fireworks. e song of love in my heart echoes in e air. beauty explodes, sadness taking over. hopefully i can endure wif all i've got til e bitter end. my flower burns.
woke up at dawn and i’m stil alive. tonight? constellation. how i wish tt love is racin my way. almost another day. pray on e shooting star, all wil find its way.