Laying on my back as I stare at the sky,
I realize.
The delicate hues of the golden hour
Set my soul on fire.
And I feel like I'm invincible
Because I survived another day.
And I realize,
That because of the watercolor sky
I just might make it.
11.10.2015
YOU ARE READING
between the lines.
Poetryto learn who a person really is you need to look between the lines. "between the lines" is a collection of poetry, streams of consciousness, and other ramblings that serve as little keyholes into my mind.
