Don't be hysterical, sweet child,
The sun won't stop burning,
The moon won't stop mirroring,
And, foremost,
You won't stop existing.
YOU ARE READING
Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
