• yokai_ 11w

    I don't cry a lot
    But when i do cry,
    I cry for the sky left behind when all the clouds are gone.
    I cry for the wind that knows about the struggles of humanity.
    I cry for songs that are more beautiful than poetry.
    I cry for paper cuts on thin skin barely holding matter and mind together.
    When i do cry
    I cry for the sake of crying.