I'm getting tired of certain things..and sorrow fills me like a water fall a river.
This place, that's not even mine brings some calmness.
I'm tired of feeling like I'm not seen, so I'll give it all up and throw nothing away and become true beauty.
don't ask about the written part. I was happy, and then sad, and then good again...but I sad now too. And I can't make it go away...only you can and i don't know where you are.
this sky...enjoy. Ignore my comment.