Is this all we will ever be? A drowning phantom of human embodiment hoping to someday become more than the sea? Or are we just searching for something we will never find, desiring to not be brought back to the silhouettes we've left behind? But frankly, I am drowning my love, and to tell you the truth I have never felt more alive.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
