You are the anchor for my inspiration
a lighthouse for my darkest thoughts,
that's why I already miss you
despite the fact that you are not going far
I keep having a feeling that I have seen every part
of the furthest oceans
mightiest cities
and of course, the human mind
Sometimes I keep thinking,
what's left there, worthy of my sober sight,
and it used to be hard to find an answer
for such an existential fight
But then you came,
with those little adventures,
not even knowing how madly you had enriched my heart,
so now I'm much more dedicated to the beauty of the waking up
YOU ARE READING
Expiration date 08/2018
PoetryI hate summers For their empty sense Yet You Made This one Pretty tense And as much as I love Autumn for it's vintage glory I kinda wish there was no end for this summer story
