1 year ago. March 11, 2023 at 10:07 PM
& even when it’s time to rest, do I still cry in my sleep. I hope to have pleasant dreams, and not ones that keep me up at night.
I harbor too much in, & still I am constantly sinking.
I’ll soon learn to float, and be present around those who tread.
Where do these tears go when they fall? Do they water the earth, & bring these wilted flowers to life. Do they provide thirst to the tiny colonies under the attic, do they heat my face when I’m submerged into the cold.
Where do these tears go when they fall? They constantly seem to resurface from my eyes. They burn from the heat, but I am not blind.
