This ink, it runs.
This paper is stained
Tears run free as
I\'m stuck in a daze.
I put this pen to paper,
To write the words
This voice can\'t deliver.
I\'m crafting letters,
with value.
All pieces were falling in perfect fit-like the autumn leaves falling. Absidy was quite naive and full of love and hope to realize.
Blurs the line of reality and imagination, feel like a crumbled piece of paper lying in a corner of the room.
Aeiou believes that time is healer but this time isn't even moving—he stuck in. Regretting giving up on it.