*Hey.*
I'm empty.
I'm hallow.
I'm so far fetched.
I've fallen silent.
I've slowed to a stop.
My feet slowly lift up off the ground.
I'm floating in the darkness.
I'm gone.
But I'll be waiting for that one person who will shine a light in my darkness.
Will that person come?
Are they already here?
Maybe they are, but maybe I've scared them away.
Or maybe they're like me.
*Later my loves.*
YOU ARE READING
My Mind.
PoesieNo one is quite fixable. We just need to find the beauty in our ugliness. That will be how we overcome this world.
