wackadoodle Posted Saturday at 06:29 PM Report Posted Saturday at 06:29 PM Felt kind of nostalgic and melancholic tonight so I made this poem. (Actually I don't even know if this is a poem😭I don't know what it qualifies as. ) Tomorrow is another day, Then another day, and another day, Mundane days pass by just like my mundane feelings do, So I prefer to live in the past where I can choose the days I visit. Days where feelings bloomed and where I turned into something else, Maybe not something mundane, Something like a fairy, Soaring high... But when I blink my eyes, I'm down on the ground. Part 2: I go through my memories in the past, I revisit those colorful, happy feelings again. But when I blink my eyes and the memory fades, I'm back in the present where it is just another day. Metaphorical(-er) version: Days stack like teacups, all painted the same pale hue. But in my memory’s garden, I sip from rose-colored cups, my wings catching the sun. 1
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