Felizias

It is not as dark as it seemed The sun may be sheepishly hiding beneath a blanket of clouds Yet is strong enough to illuminate it and light my way so I may navigate around the puddles As droplets softly kiss my lips and nose It beacons me to draw back my hood so it'd to be able to pepper the top of my head as well I am not ready yet Its insistence eases as I make my way back Frail apology for soaking my foot through a broken sole For giving me no other option than to embrace it I lift my hood and a gentle wind lifts up to caress through my hair Taking away the heat that had built underneath, soothing me It is - after all - my dear friend

It is not as dark as it seemed The sun may be sheepishly hiding beneath a blanket of clouds Yet is strong enough to illuminate it and light my way so I may navigate around the puddles As droplets softly kiss my lips and nose It beacons me to draw back my hood so it'd to be able to pepper the top of my head as well I am not ready yet Its insistence eases as I make my way back Frail apology for soaking my foot through a broken sole For giving me no other option than to embrace it I lift my hood and a gentle wind lifts up to caress through my hair Taking away the heat that had built underneath, soothing me It is - after all - my dear friend

I have lost my sense of time and worst; it happened too graduadely – a minute, an hour. Only when my mind skipped a day, Ignored all signs to excuse an empty sun phase; Then I noticed that I stopped as I jumped ahead – not eager, impatient. Seconds demand their meaning back. A single breath needs to count again. Stop And live; today