Left at the end,
The rope of my sanity,
We're all stuck inside,
Of quarantine,
I sleep eat and do homework,
But I guess I need to do more soul work,
So one day I left,
I jumped out the window,
Hopped over the roses,
And left the garden of my soul.
An adventure every step of the way.
YOU ARE READING
Into The Abstract
PoetryPoetry and thoughts that have plagued my mind. Not all of it was saved, but some of it was, so here it is lovelies.
