It’s not hard…
It’s a burdened breath carrying an unforgiving tear, not asking for permission, but a hardened sigh shattering…
It’s not hard…
It’s a smile too fragile to die in the winds of a refreshing breeze, calling the cold, home, while all warm within…
It’s not hard…
It’s a longing connected to an untethered destination, asking to be touched but never reaching…
It’s not hard… when the longing calls, the smile to ask, the tear to breathe, not knowing if it will ever last or catch another in this quest.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
