I need the sun
I look up the rain is falling down like a fountain.
I see the grey clouds some are moving faster than the other.
I imagine that in front of me I see instead of clouds a mountain.
My mood is getting down but they don’t seem to bother.
My grip tighter.
I feel how I get tossed back and forward and not only in my mind.
Thinking of how to become that fighter.
Looking in my mirror to the miles I left behind.
In search of the warmth of my coat I plunge a bit deeper away than I was before.
My dark thoughts are accompanied by dark days.
I want different but nature is planning her own ways.
Cant stop the fact that winter in knocking on my door
Ilong4U, vrouw, 123 jaar
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