12:27 AM

Monday, October 25th, 2022

I believe somewhere there's a place where the rain doesn't last 

Forever; someplace where the Sun never sets.

I don't wish to visit, for I believe rain is how you grow

 & the Moon is the closest to Heaven that I'll ever get.

Metaphorically I'm a wanderer; whom chooses to get lost

Finding beauty within my willingness to grow at any cost.

Physically I'm a soul; whom isn't broken just merely bent

Finding beauty within the freedom of not being a Me I'm forced to misrepresent.