I look forward to tomorrow with less than resignation. As time starts to move again, my blurry eyes find release...and my tears splatter against the grey hard floor. In the midst of silence, the sound of saltwater against tile is a catalyst for the flood.
The forecast is rainy for the days ahead.
As one habit kicks in, another dies out. Tomorrow bro, i save my last for you.
1 comment:
Hey yooooo!! Cheer up! =)
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