two for one again here we go:
there are two kinds of loneliness
one you feel when you're all alone
and the other you feel in a crowded room
when you realize you're the only person who knows
what it's like to be you
she begged the stars to keep the night
but they were fire
and she was dust
and the earth spun
and dawn came anyways
-atticus
YOU ARE READING
Touch the Sky
Poesíafor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.
