Back to Reality,
I took my heaviest book and I placed you inside. I took a deep breath and I counted the bright stars. I took a walk and extracted myself from all of the problems in the world. I put my earphones in and ignored the pain. I wrote and I expressed my suffering. What did I do wrong? I spent too long, too long in my dreams, too long in my desires and too long in what I wish could have been but never was.
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Sky Full of Thoughts
PoetryA young teen struggles to understand the nature of life. He sits in his room and stares at a dark sky illuminated by his powerful thoughts. Welcome to a functioning erratic mind.
