Too many thoughts.
Deep-rooted patterns.
Relentless storms.
Today feels hard.
I need to make it work.
A temporary fix.
Anything.
That’s it.
The red ribbon.
Looks funny.
Who cares.
It works.
Keeps me hanging on.
For today.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
Too many thoughts.
Deep-rooted patterns.
Relentless storms.
Today feels hard.
I need to make it work.
A temporary fix.
Anything.
That’s it.
The red ribbon.
Looks funny.
Who cares.
It works.
Keeps me hanging on.
For today.