Vivian pot of thoughts
Day 022/100
#the100writingmarathon


Where should I go in the middle of no where?
What have I done to deserve this? It is not fair!
Rolling down my cheeks, and taking a rest in my mouth...
Oh! stream of tears?
Pass me a book of Shakespeare, read to my ears.
Even in despair, I need not to fear whispers the cool air.
At last! I have something dear, that cares to spend the night with me here on this lonely stairs.
I have nothing to fear... in this relaxed atmosphere.