the rain quenches a long parched soil.
Pain awoke me more than once through the night and I somehow still managed to bring myself to the day.
I imagine this being a slow one. One of comfort and pace.
Wherever you are may not feel the same but that of no matter.
I speak to you from a world you may see as collided but I see as very far apart.
What of us now?
I must carry on with this one, a slow one indeed.
What will you do today?
-Natalia