morning melancholy skin still craving sheets pitter patter footsteps fall like christmas sweets comfort cup of coffee chilly marble floor gray and barren landscape dead leaves at the door
Mourning screams morning braiding hair washing dishes small annoyances and in the background Mourning screams will the nagging worries and distant catastrophes disappear
life is calling - open your eyes can you peek though the web of guilt and admit that you don't want to? open your eyes - life is calling there's something within that squirms at the thought