footsteps whisper down the hall
cold shadows leap in the darkness
pools of uncertainty
gathered on the wall
gusts of wind
waft through my heart
keeping me afloat, spinning me every which way
blow me down, they blow me around
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we live alone in our brains
PoesiaDo we grow up and find ourselves? Meaning that we only claim what has already been discovered? Or, do we get to create ourselves? Here is a collection of a lonely person's thoughts that explore these questions.
