My life is like a hand left carelessly on the jamb of a closing door;
supporting a body looking in the hallway of the future for danger,
failing to remember that there's no impending doom like the doors of the present slamming shut while you're still between them.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
ramen for breakfast
Poetrya collection of monologues, short stories, poetry, one-shots and ramblings from an anxious girl who eats ramen at any time of day. highest ranking: #132 in Poetry 5/30/16 #218 in Poetry 5/29/16
