I'm trying to create memories
Instead of living life with regrets
I'd rather remember the sun
On the coldest night
Than grasp at the darkness
Too used to being blind
But you'd of course rather
It was the blind following likewise
Because it'd make it so much easier
For you to control the narrative
YOU ARE READING
Overthinker
Poesía{tw: suidical ideation, death, anxiety, depressive thought} My thoughts are a full time job. Poetry from your local overthinker.
