It's all gloomy here, it rains almost everyday. We both cry, the sky and I.
And on days when the heavy clouds find their way to drench all the unhealed pieces.
I miss your poetic warmth
I miss your words
I miss you
Come back soon
Take care AD
~~AS
may. mahler. i have become lost to the world. hollow prairies. things we do to seem normal. idea of absolution. bruised and blazoned. calcifying grief and forgotten thrones. i am having a really hard time finding my way back home.
soon it will be september and each passing day will deflate my diaphragm to the point i wouldn't know how to breath. its reassuring in a way. dyspnoea. utterances carry more weight when followed by breathlessness.