#3amwriting

and you get lost

like august among the fallen leaves,

and like colors in an abstract painting.

-artisticwildflower

Bruises tell better stories than heart-shaped love letters, And birthmarks serve as reminders of our better days.

Spattered stains of foregone recollections And saturated story-lines of monotonic voices Help drown out the demons sewn into our minds. The dead can speak as much and as often as the numb.

But as fortresses of dynamite lie untethered with heavy wounds, We release all inhibitions And let the winds carry our demonic fault lines to new jurisdictions.

As we walk on sharp edges of fractured actualities, We can wisp away all tragedy  And become one with times anew.

Hear my cries through the wilted shadows, Winter is coming And the graveyards beg for our corpses To be woven into the earth beneath us; A sanctuary for the lost and broken souls To mend together in melancholious harmonies.

When it rains.. it can pour... and storm can appear at the same time..

Hidden angels ... you don't know until you need them and when they appear they give hope

Coffee gives me hope .... hope gives me reasons to be brave, tells me to be brave and it's possible

Let it come what may come, let it stay if it wants to stay, let it go because it wants and needs to go

You may think you are at the lowest but remember that old lady on the train that wears and carries all her possessions, there's always someone who is at a worse position than you

Be grateful, be grateful for all the hidden angels , people that feeds you, people that allows you to cry, laugh with them, be grateful

Word count:100 Smile. Nishinoya Yuu x Hinata Shoyou.