clouds and sun.
I hold myself tightly… but I also wish for someone to break down these walls.
With you, I can ignore their whispers.
the colors of the season becomes nothing but a gallery of time’s woes and triumphs.
today, i’m like whatever to the skies and the lives and the deaths and the cries.
happy is today.
laughing in your face because this is madness at its purest form.
i think about your once-smiling face, and hope you are finally Happy now, at a different place.