i'm drifting,
and there's no way,
no way i can come back to what i called home,
what used to be mine,
what used to be us,
what used to be my life.
i'm half dead waiting for something to happen.
i'm half dead waiting for them to go away
and to leave me alone to drift away.
YOU ARE READING
monsters.
Random❝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]
