People say it's untraceable,
It's that people don't see
They forsee,
They wait until it's no longer,
Visible?
Clear?
GONE OFF THE SIDE OF THE EARTH?
No.
It's just they need to communicate
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
