Head in the clouds
Dread has no boundaries
My heart closed as God's plan flows.
Tear drops stay stained like dew drops and a birds song.
Whistling..winging they sing a song thats familiar and this place seems similar.
Bewilderingly
Everything is the same yet different, and I stand in front of a crossroad with my crossbow trying to shoot the right shot.
Any shot I give it a shot
Hoping it's in the right direction
Feet on the ground
Hope my arrow.
Me a broken sparrow.
Be your own wild fantasy and when you leave this realm youll know you lived
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
ig: @roomvibes
“Breathe, until you remember how it feels to be alive.”
— Kai Masa