there is dark
and there is silence.
it is everywhere,
in everything,
and i love it
more than anything.
i wish sometimes that
i could disappear into it.
the silence, the dark,
where there is nothing else.
nothing else for me to be.
YOU ARE READING
a last note from your narrator
Poetrypeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
