the flower always blossoms
Oct 9, 2024
I lied beneath the morning sun until I stopped crying
I’m trying my best to remember how bewildered and uneasy the budded flower must be
amidst the darkness within uncertainty.
I lied beneath the morning sun until I stopped crying
I’m trying my best to remember how bewildered and uneasy the budded flower must be
amidst the darkness within uncertainty.
avid writer inspired by nature, daydreams, & sentimentality