i got a taste of the sunshine
a taste of what could be
what should be
and it was warm
and happy
and nice
And I was grossly and odiously optimistic
even though i knew what was coming
i'd been anticipating it
from the very moment i saw the sun begin to peek out from behind the clouds.
foolish.
i wasn't surprised when the clouds covered the sun
and i was again shrouded in darkness.
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existentialism
Poetryoften, i'm not drawn to writing until it feels i have nothing left. as of now, i'm not even completely sure if these words, my words, are for me, or for anyone who might need to know someone feels the same. some of the entries i publish may be po...
