my door opens and my door closes like there's a ghost in the room
but i know better
i know better because my window is open
and the temperature has dropped outside
and the winds are blowing
and there are clouds in the sky
and of course it's the wind
because everything makes sense
but maybe it shouldn't
maybe it shouldn't because i don't make
sense and i want things around me
to match how i feel in myself
and i'm getting there.
s l o w l y.
a/n: similar sentiment to the last poem. i'm just trying to be my best self. it's taking some time but i'm getting there and i'm really happy about it.
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cloudy days.
Poetrylittle bits of words seeping out through the clouds of my brain. let me take you with me as i soar among them in search of myself again. RANKED #1 in CATHARTIC as of 03/08/19 RANKED #4 IN CLOUDY as of 12/30/18 RANKED #19 IN CLOUDS as of 11/08/18 RAN...
