In This Reoccurring Time
I want to read but I keep getting distracted. It's like I can't concentrate.
I want to write but as soon as I go to the page my mind is blank, it's like my brain is no longer active.
I want to draw but the lines blur up from the tears stinging at my eyes.
I want to be happy, but the clouds keep raining.
Though I have my head up in hopes it'll pass because I know it will, I just wish it was faster without having to take a pill.
~Danirious
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