I've lost all my ideas,
My sense of time.
Somewhere they're left in a box labeled lost property.
I've lost my creativity,
My motivation,
Floating in another galaxy.
I've sent out a glass bottle,
Sent out a plane,
hopefully a spaceman will send them back some day, maybe.
16.3.16
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paintbox
PoetryPoems from the inner corners of my brain, under my nails and the end of my paintbrush.
