open
your
e y e s
(dear child of mine)
you can't see the {whole} world if you are being so
b l i n d
(have you been sleeping all this time?)
unaware of the dangers lurking outside your mind
(innocence is b l i s s, but only for so long)
YOU ARE READING
a litany of ruminations
Poesia{poetry collection} s c a t t e r e d dreams and drifting thoughts, oh, not everything is what it seems... (not necessarily from my own thoughts)
