White matter black matter it all matters

White matter black matter it all matters
Bottle of gloom Half way there Settle 'til noon Crested smiles upon thy face Let us lie In our resting place
As we begin the transition into Spring once again I am reminded of the beauty of life. Glad to be alive, to have made it this far. Of course, it is a struggle. More for some of us. Rather than have high hopes of uncertain futures, taking each moment with a deep breath. Recalling happy memories, making time to forget past pains. It might snow in March but my life is always bright.
It has been snowing quite a lot today! It’s not snowed this winter except for now and a little back in December where I live. Today I treated myself to some chips and mushy peas and a slice of biscoff cake. Supporting the local businesses. Helping society function by spreading the money where it is needed.
The above picture might inspire a prompt in you.
Night is young Embark on the causal subways of the times Shadows dance Figures elongated in mind Seeking, preying Finding the bait Dear demon I can't negate Your hate Distant screams of a broken future Cries that cannot be found Your all around Yet we search for escape And find no exit door