i spend most nights
staring at my ceiling
almost like i'm expecting it to change
but really
i'm letting my thoughts free
the darker ones
group together
building a strong sense of nothing
nothingness
numbness
it's all not there
i'm not there.
YOU ARE READING
cigarettes and sunsets
Poesiaa collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
