Day 1377, draining. Day's pictures, Poetry I sometimes feel drained ~ hanging face down in the air ~ hands through the slits where I feel the freedom as they move
Day 1064, drain. Day's pictures, Poetry A compressed mood. A smile, it goes well, meanwhile drained, by life, it almost spills, over the edge it tries to spoil, like a faint memory, a faraway drip It’s there but not, I will feel fine I am fine, the burden drains.
Nochrisis 