Nodding off with nothing in the making;
planning has been crucial, but I'm already celebrating.
For what?
I come and see arts and crafts beside the rough drafts and wonder where have these distractions taken me?
A potential success story postponed for another day, another week, another month to a year;
never kicking it to second gear.
I stare at the sign while the blur of red has continued to turn green;
anticipating the next move, I'll make you believe.
YOU ARE READING
SOLIS
PoesieSolace. What is it that soothes you? What puts your heart in the state of rest? Could it be the company of a companion and their body heat during a night in, or the calming solitude you arrive to after a night out? Knowing someone's glad you exist a...
