The blur of blue, and water, too,
the stench of expectation;
the willingness to accomplish goals,
that left me with this creation.
-GS
YOU ARE READING
Doorway to Nowhere
PoetryI sleep in ashes ashes from the bed of memory please, remember me as my ashes drift away I sleep in ashes built by magic matches guilt and regret of my past's patches I sleep in ashes fire forgotten all is broken, all is rotten cracks fill the glas...
Blue
The blur of blue, and water, too,
the stench of expectation;
the willingness to accomplish goals,
that left me with this creation.
-GS
