SocksnPeas

My body aches with each sigh. My chest screams. My mind and heart are deeply heavy. Oh, the common case of life’s blues. That’s the thing about colds, oh, I meant blues. Blues have medicine. Love of difficulties, consciousness and the most complicated of simplicities. Rays of morning sunlight dancing on my sheets. I miss laughing, yet I laugh all the time. Is it possible to have my eyes speak for me? I’m dead tired of listening to mouths full of false promises. There’s a good anxiety coming from juggling time. The moment of tired has return once again and it’s such a familiar state. Like a calm state during a storm. A harmonious warmth of moments from happiness and fondness of care twirl and twirl. Yearning for an outsider to linger for sweet-meant-to-be reasons. A life with handwritten letters, instrumental melodies and endless time to devour novels. Once again, the state of quiet dissolves and the normal stormy life starts up its engine for turbulence.