There I was in a train,
Trying to count the trees as it passes by,
There I was lost again,
Not by destination but by where I lie,
"Who am I?"
Then I let out a sigh.
YOU ARE READING
Souls rehabilitation.
RandomWhen you cannot say something, write it. This is where souls go to for rehab. Words that are left unsaid, are written here. Feelings that are left unexpressed, are written here. Just a human going through a hurricane of dullard feelings and thoughts.
