We are not supposed to be here...
facing dangerous paths due to a lack of clear vision, in a past extinct of cognition.
We are not supposed to be here... Listening to loud music due to a fact of zero importance, in a city dead of significance.
We are not supposed to be here but to stay here,
holding indescribable emotions and describing people as portions,
essentially needed to understand our inception,
essentially loved by real notions.
YOU ARE READING
for the Love...
PoetryConnect all your senses and travel through these letters. Trying to describe myself using this world, although... I might need more than a word to create the magic weight of a land. However, I invite you to join my hand; guide me, please, to a soft...
