Like drift wood in the ocean.
No sense of direction.
But the beauty of the
horizon...
Fearing the eternity.
The possibility.
Sunburnt waiting for the
horizon...
YOU ARE READING
Drifting Balloon
PoetryWhen all you can do is watch what you've lost and let all that was left behind consume you.. The feelings I feel, That I felt, That I live in..
Drift wood
Like drift wood in the ocean.
No sense of direction.
But the beauty of the
horizon...
Fearing the eternity.
The possibility.
Sunburnt waiting for the
horizon...
