Videos are the Bible
that I never read,
although they somewhat possess
a similar magic;
at least one in which
my spirit can feel
its jovial tears.
A cry for salvation
or eyecandy peering into
my right brain?
And images and memories,
let alone those
with a lack of substance
and "what if we saw each other here?"s,
take me away on another such level.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
