A sand timer place neither up nor down.
Sand never moving a stillness I long to replicate.
A desire my heart yearns for.
Half empty,
Half missing,
Nalf nothing.
The sand will never fall without a humans touch
That is what I have become
Nothing.
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PoetryIn life, I am someone who afraid of talking to people right then and there. They scare me because I don't know how they will react with what I will say. Yet writing them down on a computer is easier because i don't have to look at their reaction to...
