floating,
like the planets in the universe,
feeling the synth and drum slaps,
wondering when will i be done with my work.
slowly dropping,
feeling the gravity pulling,
the music is getting chill,
i can do this.
fell off my thoughts,
my mind back from reality,
grabbed my pen,
and wrote my thoughts.
i can do this.
i can finish these things.
YOU ARE READING
fallen leaves
Ficción General❝Have you ever wondered The leaves falling, Is it just me or are they falling Because of hanging too long?❞ - a book full of short stories and poetry by lemonadelobeu
