I feel sorrow and I feel restlessness.
I kneel on the metal cloud beneath me, hopeless and on the verge of insanity.
I hear my name once more, followed by empathy.
He drops in front of me.
YOU ARE READING
HIM
Poetry[Highest: #994 in poetry lol] He's exotic and eccentric. The way he speaks, the way he moves: so gracefully but also so carelessly. As is the way his spirit is childish and interesting but aged and mundane. He's a mystery I'm starting to get hooked...
