Bottled up- The words said behind my back The faces turned my way The judging eyes The fiery anger The flowing sadness The unpredictable confusion Bottled up For now.
Blossom
Blossoming from within, watch as a flower grows.
Chunks of Ice
We're like chunks of ice in the water, who contribute to one another.
What is it?
What is it? What has it given me? What has it taken from me?
What is summer?
My favorite thing about summer? The evenings. When the sky isn't dark yet, but it's on the edge. The sun relaxes, and let's a warm breeze take over. No goosebumps, no sweat. The weather is perfect, as that of in a dream world. That's my favorite time.
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What is inside a black hole?
Waving
caught in sight and tangled in memory
