Listening to Pier 4

there’s no blue in the sky with the thought of leaving is it fair if she likes raining down? with a hope, respectfully playing dumb as what they wanted to believe

it’s two a.m and she is still awake finished another gothic horror she felt granted, no purpose what can be worst? if she tasted the arts of mike flanagan four times

freezing breezing monday morning a simple appreciation may warms her hearts in the meantime she played pier 4 on repeat and suddenly she gets sad is it fine to listening to the Pier 4

have you ever dreaming of the best you had? it’s warm yet miserable to be seen without performing oh does it feels like a hug, honestly and she whispered, “and if you need to disappear”

she quoted, “as long as you can sit in sadness easily” she may learning by doing it happiness will always feels like it goes by and that’s how life can be when close is not close enough? from close being just too much

they were right you’ll found them at your moment that’s how the art got appreciated she waits for times and potentials too many things left not experienced yet

January 2026, cottreal