yes, it's true
I had a flame in me
A flame so small the space had to be filled by something
It filled with smoke
That smoke clouded my vision of myself
Gave me the illusion that I wasn't worth it
smoke filled me up
my flame was lost in a cloud of self doubt and insecurity
how could you expect me to see the light I had inside,
when it was surrounded by layers
upon layers
of smoke?
YOU ARE READING
enthusiast of many except myself
AlteleI don't know I'm just bored and can't sleep. On the other hand, I know perfectly well what I'm writing. Perhaps this will one day serve as a sort of diary.
