Headphones on, music real loud. In my own world, with the characters who give me a glimpse of what I long in real life. Stoplight turns red and I freeze. A motorcycle. Two people. I know those eyes, I remember thinking as I feel the one in the back staring at me. He waves at me, only at me. Only for me to see. And I recognize him. It's him.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Lost & Found Poetry
Poetryloneliness is the key. it is the key for rhymes, for the rhythm, for embracing your deepest feelings. loneliness is the key for poetry as well as for every other art the human being is capable of. this is the story of how my loneliness can turn into...
