My heart is ripe with salty tears anxious to burst in any minute.
The emptiness and insatiable loneliness spread out far around my soul without limit.
Fantasy's comfort is the misery I hope to kill with these herbs and illegal pharmacy scripts.
My soul, my innocent soul.
I thirst for love and ache for true companionship.
These thoughts brings my body awoken.
My sights are sharpen for new light.
My tongue, new flavor.
I've discovered a new fantasy I can distract myself with.
An interesting tourist transit in my journey.
I'm still alone, but not for long though.
Cus though it's a long way into the light, it's clear I no longer seek the dark.
@PeteOlutobi.
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The Soul Ink
ПоэзияMy Soul travels at the speed of a thousand knots Oh And yet the marvel at a single thought So many moments i can't afford a single blink I must keep a journal written in my Soul's ink
