Wander in the night
with no right,
to be there,
alone,
lost,
insecure.
All she does is cry,
cry,
cry,
and cry a little more.
just to see if someone see her.
YOU ARE READING
monsters.
Casuale❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]
