I had dreams it was all a dream, but I was awake already...
Ahh. going through old poetry is a good time...
UNEXPLAINABLE
everything was so quiet, so dead.
greyness hung on every tree
it even weighed down on me.
the afternoon should be bright
and cheery, raining sunlight.
can you believe it's january
with all this rain that's falling?
maybe Spring is early calling.
Spring is holding tight my future,
keep it far, keep it away!
I can't stand to hear you
say,"you're all grown up now."
where has my child gone,
lost inside my wild heart?
this greyness is making it worse;
all these salty tears, they hurt.
where is my happy sun?
it is hiding behind clouds
as I hide inside my room,
afraid of the UNEXPLAINABLE grey.