It seems nice out.

No clouds in the sky

The angels seem busy

Living their life

The sun stands proudly in the blue sky

And from the inside

You become deceived

Believing it’s warm outside

But dear

It’s quite chilly

The birds glide

Gracefully

Or perched on a balcony railing

Preparing themselves to search for food patiently

They have to be patient

In this concrete landscape

Some of them have the battle with the fishermen

Who fish on the pier, trying to escape

From their boring lives

That makes them pray for Thanatos

To hurry up and take their life

Or for his sisters to take them on a violent ride

I might go to the park today

Since it seems nice

Maybe I’ll see something interesting

Something that’ll change my life

~a sleepy ghost~

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