I just want to feel again, to open up and spill again.
I just want to know, is there something I should understand about life besides my compromise?
I am floating in a constant state, of not knowing which turn to take.
I just want to feel again, to see the stars in my head.
To know that I am alive, this is the last time.
I swear it, I swear I'll be fine.
This is it, after your despair, when this day ends I'll be home again.
YOU ARE READING
Incomplete thoughts.
PoetryA collection of words that convey incomplete stories from my mind. Some mere sentences, some paragraphs with misplaced conclusions. A fragment of a picture.
