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 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. 🙂