Hearts racing
Beating to the sound of the music that fills our minds telling us it's okay
Eyes searching
Staring into souls for an ounce of truth
Hands shaking
Sweaty palms wiped dozens of times on rough jeans
Restless body
Being thrown against bodies of the faceless, staggering for secure footing
Dirty air
The past gets forgotten and all that matters is breathing in toxins that are better then emotion
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoésieJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
