I'm just thinking
Nothing more
Staring at the wooden door
My eyes out of focus
My legs are sore
So I'll sit here, think
And do nothing more
YOU ARE READING
Whispers
Poesia(Previously named 'Evanescent') I'm just human I'm nothing more than a personality fading into nothing. Quickly disappearing, never to be seen again. Unless I find in a light in my darkness. Maybe writing is that light, I'm not sure. But it seem...
