As time passed,
it felt like it was the last.
The final blooming of the season,
and I still have no thoughts to reason.
The leaves are drying out,
I had no words to spout.
Not even as my mind whirl,
I go to the bed silently and curl.
Yet I have a strong faith,
there is no possible bait.
It’s just this season, I say.
So with this I wait for another season and stay.
I’m going to wait until the flowers bloom,
it’s a cycle, this stagnant gloom.
And I know I’m stronger than this,
the stars, the sun, and the moon give me peace.
*I’m looking at the sky all the time because it brings me to different places all at once. It’s where my dreams from day and night just prance. I stick to this reality without giving up in life, really.*