"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Pretending I was fine
On that trip
Was just something
I needed to do
So I wiped my eyes
And stifled my cries
In the tent
Next door to you
Camping
The warmth of the sun on your face,
The anticipation of a road trip with friends,
The promise of tall tales around the campfire.
It’s the little things that bring the most joy.
(Originally Posted 28.06.2019)
Never amongst so many people
Have I felt so alone
I really do not want to stay
But know I can’t go home
Yet for all the kindness
And love I’ve been shown
I still cannot face another day
Here on my own
(Originally Posted 01.06.2019)
It’s so peaceful here.
Quiet. Serene.
If only the incessant chatter in my head would quieten down,
I might just be able to enjoy it.
The warmth of the sun on your face,
The anticipation of a road trip with friends,
The promise of tall tales around the campfire.
It’s the little things that bring the most joy.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 