How do you define a beautiful day?
The sorrowful sky looked as though it was about to cry.
I plugged into my music and took fluffy steps home.
Smiles across my face.
I’m releasing things I had, things I lost, things I seek.
Knowing the fact that what is gone shall never return.
I’m embracing the melancholy of life.
As I straddle into ambuiguity with brightness.
No one can wipe my tears nor smiles, but myself.