#1700-Hours
27/03/2022
A strange,
Orange day.
When the sun hides,
Breathing feels tight, and
Aimlessly falling thoughts,
Look for a ledge to grasp.
Still, hours pass,
Clouds melt in time,
And thoughts fall asleep,
In the middle of dark,
Still nights.
But not yet.
Outside is still light, and
Hours need to pass.
