Love it travels in a sphere
But you were like a souvenir
To prove the world was here
You changed the atmosphere
Look at how hope appeared
A reminder of sincere
That we’re alive in here
The very reason to persevere
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
How is it I know so much about love when I don’t know a thing about it at all!?! 😏
Like gravity. We don’t know exactly how or why it works. We just know it effects spacetime. Just like his existence bends and warps mine.
Welp. Escape velocity null. Stuck on this planet with people I don’t like. 😩
I mean, I do like but I don’t wanna! 😵
It’s complicated… 😑
I’m not gonna live forever and I need to get back to creating. I need to turn this pain into a monument (of words and art).
I don’t believe I’ll live to see 50. Clock ticking.
Still blown away. I’m into nature. There are people who care not one bit for the moon or any natural wonder. Let alone a rainbow.
Me on the other hand. I turn into a little girl. That’s because I never grew up. Not gonna.
I still think it was my dad telling me goodbye. I just didn’t know he had passed until an hour later (if).
(Better than becoming fish bait. I gotta get back to writing. Yelled at the mom and therapist).
Really itching to pick up my guitar tho.
The CDC says the pandemic is getting worse.
My depression is getting worse.
And asteroid Apophis is on like 2 or 3 return trips back to us.
Uhm, we’re 2000 lightyears closer to the center of a blackhole.
Politics give me hellof anxiety.
Somethings wrong with the world, am I the only one to feel it?
I gotta quit reading the news.
Trying not to die from depression or be dead for days before anyone knows. I still don’t know about my dad so I’m treading the earth lightly. I’m here but I’m not. Dig? 😭😭😭
I appreciate you! 🌈