Lets run away together, away from the city lights. Where no one knows our names yet, and we can see the stars at night. We'll camp out in the dark moonlight, and gaze at the never ending stars. We'll point out constellations that aren't there as our minds wonder back to our childhood thoughts.
We'll scream at the moon for bowing down at the sun, and warm our cold skins with its rays. We'll tell each other our hopes and dreams, and all of our desires. We will learn through the guidance of the sun that we are more than what we have been through.
Lets runaway together, and explore the dark rooms and dusty caves inside ourselves. Because just like every treasure hunter could tell ~ the most wonderful things are hidden in place no one ever dares to look.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Withered Writing
PoetryI write because my soul lies beneath the ink. And with every slip of my pen, sparks return to exhale passion and reason into my writing. (This book has become my therapy, and it will either lead me to get better. Or lead me to death.)
