The sidewalks seem too wide when I am alone
but you probably don't notice the space
All I do is fill empty spaces with you
the night sky, my passenger seat, the silences
Most suffocate due to the lack of space and oxygen
But I am suffocating by the emptiness, the room, the area that is unfilled
Strangled by nothing, the lack of something
YOU ARE READING
Endlessly Falling
PoetryI have a slight problem. It is banal. Inconsiderable. Inconsequential. Insipid, vain, and trivial. Some might even some vapid or nugatory. So frivolous. But, to me it is kind of a biggie. Here's the deal. I have a problem with falling in love... re...
