Days passed
But nothing has been nurtured.
The winter came
But its colder this season.

Tommorow is no longer different
As time chose to stay today.
What was I suppose to expect,
From this non-progressive gift.

I once chose to believe as days pass it would get better.

Winter left and spring came,
But it was just as cold.
No life, no light, no warm.
What was that I felt before.

Give me something to hold on to, i'm falling too deep to lose.

* another misty day 8:46 PM