numb.
the silence was dreadful
thick
and heavy
gravity didn't exist
i was floating
through time
through space
through nothingness
was this what i was looking for
bruised
battened
beaten
now brought to life
or should i say to death
it all made sense
it finally did
i have never felt more alive
ironic isn't it
goodbye
everybody.
YOU ARE READING
The Random Thoughts
PoetryEzra Jones' journal. Just his random thoughts and feelings. [side book for my book, I'm Not In Love]
