You are there.
I am here.
Maybe it's time.
To disappear.
This makes no sense.
I am aware.
You are here.
I am there.
You can look.
You can see.
I'm with you.
You're with me.
There is a point.
I'm trying to make.
If my advice.
You're willing to take.
Maybe there.
And here, as such.
Aren't really all.
That different, much.
YOU ARE READING
Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
