Fog gently wraps itself around –
everything above the ground,
as the memory of rain plagues the land,
its presence peaceful as it brings silence.
The worries of the day have been washed away,
as time begins to dance with the stars,
casting everything we call ours –
underneath a false light,
one that’s as serene as night.
The calm before the storm is long gone,
but the aftermath is just as beautifully calm.
My life is changing,
Like the four seasons,
Though without any reason-
I find myself scared of it.
Change; it’s a horrifying but beautiful thing.
Like in the early mornings of spring,
We feel in such a deep way,
flooding our veins throughout the day.
Some let themselves feel,
then move on, as if it wasn’t a big deal.
Some cling onto their emotions,
causing commotions.
Some push it away,
For every word I can’t say,
I try to write it down,
but at the end of the day,
I know I’ll never find the words.
They jumble together,
like the sunset’s melting colors.
For every excuse I make,
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