My fairytale's over, and
you can't swim.
"Something silent,
something profound.
Something raging
circles around."
You aren't strong enough to pull yourself up out of the water,
but as long as you're holding onto that edge, you're alive.
I'm on a fine line.
YOU ARE READING
Hindsight Bias
Thơ caThis is an ongoing collection of found poetry taken from the journals I've written in over the years.
