I woke to thunder
yet the forecast only...
People always say you'll know,
and now, I understand...
Summer always spelled out secrets;
I almost suffocated, convinced that I must...
I thought I had
buried the remaining bitterness...
She is hibiscus tea
quenching my soul...
No matter how much I sleep,
I can't catch up...
These scars still remind me
not of the brilliant white...
I am not a caged bird,
but sometimes, I prefer the isolation...
Father, forgive me.
Forgive how I want to...
I can't sleep at night
with a warmonger...
I couldn't handle it this morning.
Correction - I couldn't handle her...
I used to want to
follow in your footsteps...