Her eyes are drawn to the window- city lights flickering in the distant streets of the place she calls home.
Darkness is a force that will draw you in, the quiet power that takes over at the end of a day-the lights pricking at this abyss only make it more intriguing.
This artist's restless mind keeps her eyes wide even as she feels the exhaustion take over her limbs.
For once she feels something more than dread when she thinks of tomorrow.
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
