I listen to my breath. In...out. In...out. The silence surrounds me. In my comfort of my bed. Hearing the occasional car passing by. The illuminating light shadowing into my window. The death ending barks from neighbors dog echoing throughout the block. The soft murmurs of the fridge off in the distance. Wondering about all the wonders of the world. What it means to be human. How were all so connected. But I barely pay any mind to these questions rummaging through my head. Because there only 2 am thoughts anyhow.
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Touch of Love
PoetryMini stories about heartache, grief, love. This book goes through all the hardships that most people don't like to talk about. This book can be uncomfortable because the human emotions are difficult to deal with. This book is to let people know that...
