I've no reason, no merit for sadness

Yet it comes

I've no excuse to sulk

Yet my body has become a boulder in my living room

Keep telling myself to snap out of this unconditional state of nothingness

My color is gray even when the sun shines his face on me

He warms me up for a little while

Then I'm back to cold-stone

  • Author: Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 5th, 2018 10:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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