You asked me once about my dreams.
I was silent trying to find answers.
You held me tighter and said that it is okay if I hadn't figured it out yet.
I was lost in deep thought with the smell of your favorite shirt and the calmness of our harmonic breathing.
"dreaming is a luxury I can't seem to afford."
YOU ARE READING
Skyless constellations
Poetrya compilation of anything; the things that my mind and pen nudges me to put into paper. read if you have time to spare
