Listening to Pier 4
there’s no blue in the sky
with the thought of leaving
is it fair if she likes raining down?
with a hope, respectfully
playing dumb as what they wanted to believe
it’s two a.m and she is still awake
finished another gothic horror
she felt granted, no purpose
what can be worst?
if she tasted the arts of mike flanagan four times
freezing breezing monday morning
a simple appreciation may warms her hearts
in the meantime she played pier 4 on repeat
and suddenly she gets sad
is it fine to listening to the Pier 4
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have you ever dreaming of the best you had?
it’s warm yet miserable
to be seen without performing
oh does it feels like a hug, honestly
and she whispered, “and if you need to disappear”
she quoted, “as long as you can sit in sadness easily”
she may learning by doing it
happiness will always feels like it goes by
and that’s how life can be
when close is not close enough? from close being just too much
they were right
you’ll found them at your moment
that’s how the art got appreciated
she waits for times and potentials
too many things left not experienced yet
January 2026, cottreal
