I wake up to a sunrise, but inside it feels like a sunset. It’s not the soft, golden kind. It’s more of a melancholy blue. I said I wouldn’t let the monster in my head win, but some days the struggle is just so difficult.
Life: Crossed Out and Rewritten
Turning shades of fire red and stormy blue to joyful and hopeful purple hues.
I wake up to a sunrise, but inside it feels like a sunset. It’s not the soft, golden kind. It’s more of a melancholy blue. I said I wouldn’t let the monster in my head win, but some days the struggle is just so difficult.