Prompt: The year is 12023, you are writing your...

Ah, thunder strikes again
All that remains are ashes...

touch me like water touches the skies
just like that...

Some things you just can’t speak about
Autumn comes after a hot Summer...

I enjoy hiding in the shadows
Though the sun is always watching over me...

the night is nigh
my eye can see...

some days,
the skies are dark and cold...

I’m stuck in a circle
circling ‘round and ‘round...

“There’s something in the shadows
a light so dim i see...

That’s it.
My body is my prison...

Oh gosh
I regret regretting what I always regret...

Oh life…
Oh well...