Do you ever wonder why the snow falls, on days you need it most?
Or how the sky can split open and break down into tears?
Like the angels know you are vulnerable, so they can be as well.
The sky is full of things we've lost, things we need, things we may be looking for.
How we take it for granted.
It's just always there, looking down at us, wishing us luck.
Countless nights I've spent watching the sky turn its vibrant shades, only to dazzle us with its jewels come nightfall.
So empty yet so full, how you perplex me.
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Sydney Scarlet
I'm an aries with anxiety.
I write fantasy, poetry, memories, and thoughts.
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