#346-Seeking
12/07/2018
Sometimes,
Tears fall.
For no reason at all.
Hold me. Make it better.
Empty wishes.
Child-like illusions.
Eventually they’ll dry up.
But not now.
They need to flow,
Like blood-stained emotions,
Coursing their way
Through clogged,
Life-constricted veins.
So dry riverbeds are carved,
In salty stains,
On nameless faces,
In plain daylight,
Hidden from eyes,
As if humanity were blind.
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