I'd like to wake up now...but these tired eyes, my stomach full of dread, and head full of memories tell me I've been awake for awhile.
This is not a dream
This is not a dream
This is not a dream
This is not a dream
I've been awake for 19 years now.
YOU ARE READING
The Curtains Were Blue
Puisi"they don't have a meaningful reason, the writer just likes the colour blue" poems, I suppose. some have a story others are just sorta there. kinda like us.
