Barely thawed out from a harsh winter,
Am i supposed to bloom or breeze around ?
After everything,
I have so much outlet to vessel out these burdening truths,
Alas what can i do when it bottlenecked on its own,
I guess just went full autonomous, perfectly aware living in a comatose state,
Because,
Suddenly i can’t sing, refused to pitch a tune
Suddenly i can’t play the guitar, every strum hurts my palm
Suddenly i can’t draw, lines were blurred into unfathomable shapes
Suddenly i can’t write, every word became gibberish but honest,
And suddenly i wanted to live in the shadows, hiding in a cave
Until i found my peace,
Until my feet grew its roots over this state of mind,
So i’ll get better overtime
