I think about you,
and things feel different.
What was once sensical,
logical,
understandable,
has become a bit
of a mixed bag.
I want to hold your hand,
I want to embrace you,
I want to kiss you...
I think?
Whoops.
YOU ARE READING
Poems & Short Stories
Storie breviA collections of poems, short stories, and whatever else may fall under those grounds.
