Cold, rainy and grey afternoons leave me like this… Thoughtful.
Cloudy days are beautiful (in their poetic form, only).
They’re inspiring, challenging — I can feel the pain!
It’s been so long that I won’t allow my hands to turn all disconnected thoughts into words… sometimes I think I’ve unlearned how to shape my feelings.
It’s not impossible…
That’s what I’ve been trying to do for so long…
In these loose notes here beside me, they’re all, but here for you, soulless, I’m not at all.
Looking around, nothing is so out of place, a thing there or another there, nothing I can’t solve (if I actually devote myself) …
Gray afternoons make me like this…
Settle in, close my eyes, breathe deeply and wait for the words to come.
The only thing I really want is to bring these confused feelings to life and try to organize thoughts.
I know it’s not impossible, in fact, I’ve been trying that for so long that I don’t know anymore.
In its poetic form — Wow! Cloudy days are so beautiful!!
They are inspiring and countless times in the midst of so many pains I see all the colors!
To me they are perfect … but not overly so.
with love, v ◡̈
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