The morning after…


Every morning, waking up in tears, I know the answers but avoiding still.

It’s clear to me how things will be, but when I open my eyes, when I feel, I can’t help thinking, I have this urge to hope for more.

A writer writes, a singer sings, a musician plays, a poet composes. People like me, we construct ideas, regardless work, regardless love.

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