It's a windy day. The sun hiding behind somewhat-cream-colored clouds. A pastel paradise you might say.
I lay down, green lively grass surrounds me. Daisies and wild flowers are everywhere. Such a calm state.
Like a dream you never want to wake up.
Then it hits you. You're not in that pastel paradise medow, you are inside your room... crying. No matter what you do to make things better, to make it less painful... it doesnt work.
No matter how hard you try to think of happy thoughts and calm serene sceneries, you are always dragged down here. Back to your sad lonely room. With your sad painful thoughts.
Closing your eyes desperately trying to escape the pain, brought you back to a distant memory.
"All ways, always."
Fuck.
