"I hoped buying a nice brown coat
would protect me from the swirling darkness
I hoped it would shield me
against the biting dust
of what remains
I thought wearing it would protect me
from the sharp blades of depression
that would cut through each layer of my skin.
I thought running through the rain
would avoid me getting wet
But my face and cheeks
are the evidence of the sadness I've kept."
~E.
CZYTASZ
Fragments of the picture ✔️
Poezja"𝙄 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚" -3rd place winner of the splash poetry awards 2020-
