You are so delirious,
Was reminded of my before when I use to look at people,
I hate them, I despise them.
When I plug my ears with music that tells me, "we're the masters of our own fate"
Should you know or not?
Should I tell you or not?
Fully joyful, quarter tired and half-dead.
Your face tells me, your moon phases shows.
YOU ARE READING
Cloudless Sky: Random Thoughts of an Only Child
PoetryI am never going to go back at the same time and the same place- callie_rinth, 2019 I am in circles- callie_rinth, 2025
