I'm waiting to look at life
through a different filter.
I'm hoping to cover terrane
in cooling rain,
in place of dull waterfalls.
I'm trying to see specs of dust
within my existence
instead of burning sparks.
I really want to go back
to a life I haven't lived,
but that I'm aware of,
because every time I feel
a hit of autumn breeze,
it makes me feel
like I'm home and I no longer
have things
to worry about.
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Self Taught Reality | a poetry book
PoetryPoetry books aren't that popular here but that should change, so I'm giving it a go. Writing is all I do besides school so poems are the only way I've found works to pour all the painfully abstract thoughts out of my head. I hope someone out there...
