The nights are cold and
Blue.
The days are hot and
Red.
My dreams are swirling
Shimmer.
And my thoughts are
Colors
I've never even
Seen.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of Insanity
PoetryKeep it together Jess. I hope sprinting through the halls was considered keep it together. out of control. I was slipping just hold on... hold on...
