Day 2093, cynical. Day's pictures, Poetry The snow felt real and I so green but I was already fallen staring upwards waiting to fall again apart from me ~ and the stars I see here at night are from the past they are no longer real anymoreShare this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related