Dear Reader,
I woke up from a terrible dream this morning. It reminded me of the incapacity to use my voice whenever it would be helpful and necessary to use it. But I'm afraid I can't. So, I've considered the last possible way of expressing my disoriented and chaotic thoughts: poetry.
I feel like I'm drowning
In a sea full of dreams
And endless hopes
And as I'm sinking to the bottom
There's nothing left but
This unfulfilled void
Starring at me so deeply
That it lifts me up in spirit
Letting my soul float on top of the water
So that all that's left of me
Is nothing but the memories
Of someone loving me once
