waiting for the end of day
let all my thoughts fly away
walking through the darkest night
and finally I'm feeling alrightthe cold wind strokes my face
my eyes rove up to the space
and when they come back to the ground
they are searching for the things they may foundbut there is nothing to see, there is nothing to find
is it just obscure or am I blind
YOU ARE READING
Little thoughts swarming in my head
PoetryThis is a little collection of texts and poems from the mind of a melodramatic fool :))