running.
jumping down the stairs with a small bag on my back.
running without knowing exactly where to go.
I can't remember how it all started,but i can't stand it anymore.
in the dark,late at night, running with a smile. running with no worries.
free.
YOU ARE READING
Never-resting bones
Poetrylet your mind wonder, let your heart tell you what it wants. let your hands write, write some poems and some chants.
