Hello to anyone who's reading now i'm going to maybe try to mix a lot of writings i made not too long ago and a new artist i've been listening to recently is also going to be mentioned a tiny bit.
Piece by piece i still write the sounds of my thoughts with just one little pen i held on to for so long
It has a special smell every time i use it and even the ink flows out at a very even and smooth rate
It may not visually show it’s feelings but i have some sort of comfort with it
Words big small bold and fullness
And even when i finish i admire and congratulate myself on actually finishing a piece by using nothing
But my old pen.
The only sound i hear now is the weak beat of my heart
You were the thing that filled my world now it’s nothing but a barren and cold nothing
The sky use to shine bright with the sun and had beauty with flowers of many colors
The Sky now is just a gray and sad rain that doesn’t stop
I was like the dove that once had beauty but was soon shot down and left behind to die.
Inspired By The Song ” 天空” ( Tian Kong) By Jolin Tsai