Maybe we will remember to breathe
Running away from our problems
Into the abyss of our imaginations
&
Even when the world sits still, waiting
Everything swirls up and around us
Going a million miles a minute
&
Eventually we will wither away
Kissing the very inevitably of death
Grieving a shell of what could've been
YOU ARE READING
the art of expressing opinions
PoetryIt's my metaphorical mind in a chaos whirlwind of words, thoughts, emotions and actions. Can you find the deep in the water, or will you drown in the shallows?
