mum, a cloud is purposely hiding the sun

it’s rather confusing  

how the world would do anything  

for you to believe that hopes are endless dreams.

it died a while ago.  

it’s an awkward situation  

where silence is your biggest enemy on the battlefield,  

beautiful flower.  

i’d pour my tears for you to grow and run.  

run.  

run.  

but i can’t,  

it’s mind detaching.  

frail body and bitter soul.  

i am deeply surrounded by deepfakes  

and the world is not willing to help.  

You are meant to suffer  

and figure out how to step off.