Apr. 4, 2016
The make up has been washed off, an unmasked warrior.
Another ruthless day on the battlegrounds inside my head, I hang my helmet.
Stripping myself of today’s blinds, I cant help but notice the flowers on the sill are still thriving, somehow. I think she’s been watering them. Planting these seeds hoping the soil is still rich enough for buds to push through.
They’re growing, I’m growing .
Crack the window, let her in.
Budding blooming blossoming.