the twirling steam erasing the trails of dust on the surface of the tea
maybe you could draw on the surface with your finger, a heart for just him to see
look out the window to see others, different shades of home glowing through
things are good, things are fine, or so you believe them to be
YOU ARE READING
s h a d o w e n t r o p y
Poetrysome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
