A white sheet covering the sky. It’s doesn’t look real. Not a cloud in sight. Just the wet green grass Surrounded by ash trees. Is
They see They pretend not to. They hear But they are muted. “Sorry I can’t help” Is all that comes out. Silence is enough To
My head and my brain. My mind and my eyes My eyes and my mouth. I have been blessed With a gift That can not
What are your fears? Do you have the fear Of missing out On the new things? The new fashion line? The trends that never Seems
Part of me wants to change. The other wants to stay the same. Feeling like it’s Not my place But still Wanting to Take part.
I need space. I need time. I need to be on my own For some time. Could you give me that? I am a human