PTD
nope, not post traumatic stress disorder. It's my post travel depression.
i'm so tired of wanting.
so sick of picking flowers by the streets
and end up hurting myself with the wild thorns
hidden beneath the coloured petals.
i'm so angry of wanting.
so frustrated from walking in the cold rain
and forgetting to cover myself with the brolly
drenched in my perfect Sunday dress.
will you just come home quickly?
so sick of picking flowers by the streets
and end up hurting myself with the wild thorns
hidden beneath the coloured petals.
i'm so angry of wanting.
so frustrated from walking in the cold rain
and forgetting to cover myself with the brolly
drenched in my perfect Sunday dress.
will you just come home quickly?
and so she ponders, wishes & scribbles
01:46
& friendly faces