shimmering gaze
sticking an emotion within
realizations running like a maze
finding a way to fit in
was it made for me?
haven't the creator hit the mark?
am I just merely an absurd?
my thoughts, as the tick tocked on the clock
YOU ARE READING
nonchalance.
Randomi vomited alphabets of sorrows fixed with band aids, hoping they come intact in the midst of war of heart
