The Positive in the Negative

the weather is dreary, branches sway in the chilling wind bare, their leaves have been stripped away  just like my optimism. The hazy skies are as dim and dull as my attitude. The faint streak of positivity still lingers on my lips the words could freely tumble downward, but they are trapped by my subconscious.  i wish my brain would ambuscade this feeling; instead i distract myself, that way i don’t have to deal with it. To push aside that awful energy I look through the window and watch the wind blow.  The faded sky only shows its hidden light when music is played I gently close my eyes and wish for a better place.


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