and how fucked up is it
that every time something goes on that
i can't handle
i think of calling your name
i think of talking to you
because you
were the one
who could calm me down
the one who could center me
remind me how to stay calm
in a hectic world
oh no so damn cliche
when will it end
don't worry
i hear echo in my head
words often spoken by you
don't worry
words often spoken by me to you
i am a worrier not a warrior
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PuisiWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
