She is dancing in the rain
And laughing until her stomach hurts.
She is hiking to the mountaintop without stopping
Because she forgets she's tired.
And she is necessary to my soul
She is the balance between.
Because I am running for the sake of the wind in my hair
And driving with no destination to listen to my favorite songs.
I am screaming into the wind from the top of the hill
Because I cannot breathe until I let go.
YOU ARE READING
My Apocalypse
PoetryWhen my thoughts escaped to paper, I was helpless to stop their flow. So we are here, staring at this description, and wondering if it's enough to catch your eye. Am I wrong?
