weaken body and fading mind
to put thyself in a cold garden where life stands still
my petals withering behind the smiles
my numb hands reach yet only to find myself
should it not feel free?
the choices and decisions to live
the emptiness that used to consume me
the dreams that meant the world now play a role in distorted reality
faint hearts only find their way when a connection blossoms
this faded february for the ones that continue the monotonous space
10:30am









