simply gone:
Am I here
Or am I gone?
Do I live?
Or do I simply breathe?
Am I a fool?
Or are you?
Do you understand?
Probably not.
No one does.
The only thing that understands
Is the sky, for it cries.
Like I do.
Do you bleed to feel alive?
Because I know I do.
And I feel like it’s time.
Time to be gone.
Time to be a simply simple
Dream.
j.l.r.
