You became my favourite place for a while...
There was a meteor shower on Thursday and I wanted you to tell me to look outside.
I have started sleeping again and craving that nothingness. I can't be sad while I'm sleeping.
I have erased everything but the memories of you still haunt me. They feed me and starve me at the same time.
YOU ARE READING
Endlessly Falling
PoetryI have a slight problem. It is banal. Inconsiderable. Inconsequential. Insipid, vain, and trivial. Some might even some vapid or nugatory. So frivolous. But, to me it is kind of a biggie. Here's the deal. I have a problem with falling in love... re...
