At 4:05 am, I wonder the possibilities of a life after death, in another soul, in another time.
At 4:05 am, I'm stuck thinking about the food I'm not allowed to have.
At 4:05 am, hopelessness washes over my thoughts as I realize that it is a real world and my dreams will never truly thrive.
At 4:05 am, I don't feel very happy.
A/N: My 30th post!! 🎉🎊🎆
I'm pretty excited about how my poetry is going. At least one thing is going very right in my life, gotta be happy about that right?
I noticed that you guys stopped commenting and I wonder why? I mean I appreciate the reads and votes but comments made me know who exactly was there and what they thought. It made me see how someone else saw my poetry, and that's honestly the best thing a poet can have in my opinion, other people sharing their views on the piece of work and appreciating it together.
All said, please comment more, it means more to me than you think. .
HAPPY 30TH POST!!!!🎉🎊🎆
YOU ARE READING
wordlings
Poetryi like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii
