Midnight Ramblings

Awkward words stumble from chapped lips, drifting into the empty embrace of the wind. My halo of hope pales in comparison to the crowns of health I pass every day. Shaking hands hang from loose wrists, ghosting over the idea of happiness but are never given the chance to hold it. The sorrow is saved for the noise of the night, and the thin facade of wellness will always be worn for the morning.