I crave other worlds. The fantasies.
Dream of them.
Sometimes I know more of those worlds than my own reality.
So imagine the feelings that I catch when I realize that they are impossible.
No matter what I do, they'll never become real.
They're just that- fantasies.
YOU ARE READING
unwanted redemption
Poésie"Life is like a poem, never truly finished. But sometimes it's over before it even began, because sometimes a pen runs out of ink."-me
