You are fictional and do not exist. So why do I
feel that you are my home, my one solace, my
everything? I would give the world to return to
you. But your mere presence is fictitious and
nonexistent in my reality. I cannot return home,
for you do not breathe the same air or walk the
same Earth as I do. You are my home that
never was.
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Little Thoughts
Short StoryMostly poems, but a few thoughts I wanted to write down. :) NOTE: My free time is limited, but I'll do my best to add a few poems every so often.
