Remedies for the wounded soul

Dripping salty water
Between the loopholes-
Leaking deeper and deeper

The pouring rain washing off the dusty corner,
Slightly better. An adjustable inner peace…

When the early ocean’s wind breezes gently and holds my energy,
It keeps whispering and reminding me about the —

uplifting soul and spirit of the hills

Stumbled upon the serene eastern sky

Sublimated and turned into the uncertainty

An archaic period of time called hope, letting me to rise up and giving me a chance to slowly progressing -
to move forward.

And

Stay strong 💪🏽