things fly
by
what even are they
hm
.
.
.
thoughts
fantasies
little clouds
wishes
shadows
dreams
dust
there are
so
many
unidentified flying objects
in
my mind
I can't do anything
to, with, about
them
they just
are
YOU ARE READING
unsmiling
Poesíai could call this 'poetry' or 'my poetry' but this really is just a scramble of words. kinda like a blog of some sort. I sometimes need to write something down and I do have a little notebook with scribbles and scrabbles but I thought it would be ki...
