Sometimes everything just consumes me.
Tumbling down, one by one,
Until I'm immersed in an endless abyss of nothing.
Yet nothing is everything
And everything is no more.
You are the only one who understood what I was.
- Anonymous.
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
PoetryI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
