What all of us are afraid to admit.
I've seen books about life
and I've read books about death,
but never about the void in my chest.
They do not dare to speak
about the spinning in my head,
because everyone's afraid to admit
that heart rates aren't enough
to confirm someone's death.
-there are many dead people
walking among us,
H I R A Y A.
Confession #eight: Out of curiosity (andmyloveforkoreandramas-but do not tell anyone that lol) I'm learning korean! 여보세요!
Anyone bilingual as well? (-or multilingual?)
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
