I missed you.
I also started not to.
Strange feeling, you know?
I think
I’m going to let you go.
Or maybe you let me.
I can’t see the sea anymore.
Can you?
I’m free, I think.
The chains have been broken.
YOU ARE READING
"Letters to sacred" - poetry
شِعرI'm going to write some poems in English just to escape of myself. My everything is down and my thoughts must be pulled out.
