xciii. LOST IN A BODY THAT USED TO BE MINE.
and i am shipwrecked, trapped on a boat sailing out to this sea of crimson. i've lost who i've become, who i've wanted to be. my skin is stained in mistakes and a rebirth of someone i'm scared of. i would do anything to be back to clear rivers again, not take it for granted as i once had for it was never big enough for what i carried. i want to go back home, find myself again. i'm drained, tired; i hate that when it rains, i am left flooded. the beauty of breathing in freedom of oneself and exhaling relief, this is where i want to be.
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Поэзияxvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
