When did I become so lukewarm?
I'm neither up or down, just
[dangerously] indifferent
and incpapble of laughter as if I just
r a n o u t.
Everything is slow moving and painful and I crave
silence and solitude
so do you understand now? don't ask me
{what's wrong} unless
you really want to know: [and honestly I really don't know]
so until then I will blame it on
long days and
sleepless nights.
YOU ARE READING
These Times
Poetry"There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying." -Sarah Dessen A collection of Poems
