Waking up and
Feeling like you had enough sleep
Walking and
Feeling like you could do anything
Nothing matters anymore
For I feel i n f i n i t e
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Poesia"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
I n f i n i t e
Waking up and
Feeling like you had enough sleep
Walking and
Feeling like you could do anything
Nothing matters anymore
For I feel i n f i n i t e
