My mind is an apartment.
Happiness and loneliness are next door neighbors.
The walls are so thin that it's impossible not to hear their conversations.
They coexist inside of me.
When I am visiting one, I am always reminded that the other lives so very close by.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
PoetryHis eyes are the perfect poem, i'll spend forever trying to write. On an endless search for adjectives, to capture them just right. I could try to write their meaning, but I think you'd fail to understand. 'Cause nothing quite that beautiful could b...
