rise and fall
a young self centered woman big eyeballs, uncombed hair stare at her ceilings. face up. hands on the face, sometimes forget to thank god she's alive today. hope there are more minutes to fall into those dreams she never find in reality. the air is freezing, like the other morning sun isnt yet to rise. she's alone. her bed is cold like seventeen years of winters her heart is even colder colder is she awake, she dont know. the path is stright but yet she dont know where it headed she rises to fall she stands to crawl to what she had wished today. the answer of the question ....am i going to see the sun rise tomorrow?..
