• grateful06 5w

    I don't think so this grief is passing
    Now under a tree, I am suffocating.
    Where is my thinking space?
    Inside the ocean, my other half is breathing.

    This suffocation can Either be for an hour or eternal;
    But for me, moments are forever.
    Now or never I got to chose;
    My soul is in the ocean and body on the cruise.

    It's morning and I can't hear anything;
    Like Silence is with me and not something I seek.
    I am creating blueprints to make through from tomorrow;
    But how I will get through from today's sorrow?

    I will pick a flower;
    On my way home.
    To lose myself in an hour if not;
    then eternity is to follow.