And even though I've spent weeks staring
I still cannot adequately describe the colour of them
I feel like the world is moving too fast
Yet we are not moving at all
Sometimes I refuse to open your messages
Just so I have a new message from you the next morning
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...
