[Split]

my feels, oats.


remembering the still glow of the yawning sun above the palm trees
Crisp country air free falling from the mountains to a calm breeze
By sunrise, clouds winked "don't worry, her parents aren't on to us"
But looking back, perhaps those clouds were much more ominous


the heart of the verse.



Trodden worth, worn with footprints the past devoured
But from up here, it's easy to confuse the cracks for flowers...

but that's the soul

impressive allusion all around. really meshed with the imagery. i felt kinda shitty after reading this. so good job lol. was digging how you linked at all together.


favorite line:

so silence is stubborn for us to amend the eulogy sunk in;

good stuff dude. not sure if this is old or new, but keep writing and posting. liked