I let the tears fall - down my cheekbones, gathering in the curve of my lips. I want to liquify this salty hopelessness and let them go. Let them fall from the tip of my nose and settle on my lap. I promise I'll collect them in a blue bowl and let them evaporate in the sun. But please. Let them go. The sea in me roars and growls and turns violent in their presence. I can't take this. It crashes against my weak shores. It crushes my bones, tears my muscles, suffocates my lungs. I can't take this. So please... let them go...
- my thoughts consume me
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Running away from Reality
PoesíaThis reality drowns me, consumes me and ties down my wings I wanna live.. I wanna run away -𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚌 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚗...
