𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼

the happiness they said is all about those breathing taking moments
there is no exact term to wield the joyous
that you felt was full of amusement
those purple-pink skies plus the sunset
that you always talked about; it is an excellent proponent
but what if --- those are just mere bubbles of intuition engrossment

the truth is, your clouds are filled with hatred for all things --- you can't disclose or explain
it's unbearable to hold but how can you utter when there are no expressions of words to indicate; thoughts are drained
you do constantly wonder & wander upon the things
hoping that your old self is back once again
you have no time to validate your own emotion that's why
it's filled with hurricane attained

as you stare at the reflection of your storm
you desire to be back on those pretty hues of skies
you keep your scattered soul up in which your stardust is filled with disguised
which the individuals around you assumed your soul is constantly delighted --- but is otherwise
now the table is altered
you grasp your hurricanes as you're capable to sprout once again just like a sun that is always inclined to rise.

𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣
🥀 the image above is from Pinterest
🥀 this is my inspired piece
🥀 I apologize for some grammatical errors
🥀 06.02.2021