It's been a while since my pen hugged my hand and my sheets caressed my skin, it's been so long since I last played my role as me.
The wind hasn't spoken in a while,the sands aren't telling my feet it's stories anymore,the sky only seem to amaze and not elevate my mind.
I need to see through nature's eye's again,I want to live in my thoughts; a place I never felt discomfort. I've been walking on broken glasses for too long , I've been sending my looks to the blood stains that only last a while . My blood drips out furiously not cause of the piercings through my skin ,it just misses me.
©moralight
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