Sun rays burned on my skin as I walked through an overused path. Bushes well-trimmed, trees that great day as the weather did not betray. I

I miss the lightning, the thunder so frightening, the sky so loud I’m crumbling, the moonlight so settling. I heard the screams once again,

In an instance where an angel would appear in my dreams to ask for what my heart yearns for, I would wish for a universe where I wouldn’t be

The world drowns in a spectrum of colors. Colors as bright as the daylight, catching your attention with their striking hues. Colors as dark