Crimson twirls— cackles of auburn pierce the night. Sunset faded hours ago, its warmth still burns— Hopeless Scared Alone. These thoughts turn to ash as I stare into the flame— watching fragmented star light float to the night sky, waiting for tomorrow’s answer to today’s feelings.
When I’m at my worse or at rock-bottom, there’s no choice but to look up and reach the achievable.
If I were a poem, I’d flutter like a leaf pretending to be a butterfly. My imagination would have no rhyme, defying the etiquette of life. I’d be miserable, like a pill waiting to be swallowed. I’d be overjoyed like a squirrel in a hollow. I’d be everywhere for everyone to ignore. I’d be misinterpreted…
Who needs falling stars or lucky charms when the wish you have is in your hands. With a clear mind and a blazing heart, the infinite universe understands. So, let it shine as you cast it high in the setting sun tonight.
When you say you’re feeling “Blue”, there are different hues you can choose. Someone is bound to drown for you.
Give up? I tried it a few times and failed at that too.