Is it, where you are or who you're with? Because I stare outside my window wondering what the hell I'm doing here. In this cold, dead place. If it's about who you're with then why do I think about where I am every day? Maybe who you're with isn't enough when your soul is being called home; called to another place. Is who you're with worth punishing yourself everyday? Is it worth not living life the way you want? It feels like an impossible decision; choosing between a person and a place.
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Reckoning
PoesíaPoetry & Prose • Book 2 of the Darkness & Light series • Kind of a chaotic, dark work of poetry and prose. Reckoning is the burning down of worlds, the blurring of the lines between darkness and light.
