When a field is sprayed with pesticides
The "weeds" die
But what if they aren't weeds
What if it's surrounding
Making everything else stand out more
This reminds me of you
You take every small part away
Until I
don't shine anymore
YOU ARE READING
•Mind on Paper•
PoezjaThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
