maybe for me
bumpy roads,
and steep mountains you climbed.
memories,
and all the people you left behind.
pack your bags,
come out the door,
going somewhere youve never been before.
look at how you grow!
YOU ARE READING
run out
Poëziethoughts that live in my mind. i call them to come downstairs and ask them to tell me how they are. they are in their rooms most of the time really. but i need them to talk. if they dont they'll explode. and i cant afford more 'out of range' rooms i...
