you left.
the world i once knew, had grew into a cold place.
my days , became insanely cold.
i can find warm places inside of new spaces.
yet it is like lighting candles to replace the sun.
YOU ARE READING
scattered ideas
Poetrythis is a book filled with the random thoughts of a 25 year old surviving in what i call ''jack-ghan-i-stan''. from jackson , ms a real out of the ordinary , off the wall different kind of story.
