A jar of
popcorn,
waiting to be
popped,
waiting to be enjoyed
by children,
children that enjoy popcorn
and watching movies,
warm, delicious, buttery popcorn.
I see the depression as calm now, Like the ocean, As just something that surrounds me, Something I'm covered...
They stalk predaciously through masks of black. There's nowhere to hide, no turning back. They stalk...
When the wind blows, all worries leaves. When the sun shines, all true colors are seen. When the sea waves,...
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