Here I am again, staring out of the window, waiting.

Everything’s cold and grey and I can’t help but wonder

When will spring come.. ? and then, summer.


The sun, I miss it so. How it feels against my skin,

So bright, so warm, so alive.

How it could blind me with its beauty,

So wonderful..

So much energy.


But here I am stuck in eternal greyness.

Alone. With no place to go to.

It’s true what they say,

Cause here I am, stuck,

in the place of my death.  


*Image: taken from internet. Credit to whoever owns it. 🙂


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