The winter hasNever beenThis harshIn a long time.You step outIn awe byThe whitenessThat surrounds you.You’re walkingOn white carpetPurity at its finest. The silver windStrikes youLeaving
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Mood-ful
What is itWith my mood?I can’t alwaysBe 100.So I feel depleted.Damn!How do I go backTo feeling theWay I felt? There is noGoing back.Do not wish
The avalanche
The avalanche comes.You are surroundedLooking for a way out.You will notBe taken.You will notSurrender. The avalanche comesTo drown you.It chases you.Tries to drown you.You emotionaYour
Standards
Standards are human made.We strive for perfection.Why has that beingThe ultimate goal?You want thingsTo be just right.You wants thingsTo go your way. Have you stoppedTo
Hangover sleep
I am drunkWith sleep.I do not knowWhen I have HadToo much.I do not knowWhen to stop. I am drunk with sleepMy hangover is curedWith more
Stubborn Mr caff
You are in meBut you reactAs though youWant out.Is this you tellingMe something? Caffeine, I feelYou in my blood.My blood is itchy.How can that be?I