Clouds
Classic a day starting off confusing. It's not bad but not good. I hope for pleasant days. Hoping I can somewhat know what to expect. Instead I feel lost. I have hope that turns into anger or overwhelm. I can't stop what I'm sure of and I can't make a wish for things happen. All I can do is live, hope and dream that one my hopes and dreams can be lived and maybe one day can be effortlessly. Feeling lite,like I'm on clouds.
Copyright © Chardinique Bell | Year Posted 2020
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