I try not to think about how I'm afraid to fall asleep
How I'm afraid to get close to anyone
To look people in the eyes
To hold hands
The truth is something that has been sought after since the beginning
Sometimes it's not meant to be known
Sometimes no one actually wants to know
No one can escape death
Flatlines and flashlights
Sirens and silence
Fading
Fading
f a d i n g
YOU ARE READING
Open Palms
PoetryA book of hopefully less angsty poems than my previous one, "From the Heart". Don't worry, they're still mostly sad. *** Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi
