Searching for nothing
Searching for a place to call home
He was loved
But yet so alone
Talking to himself about the cities he build out of foam
"i hate reality,
So i made my own".
He said
While he was walking nowhere
With a cigarette hanging out of his mouth
His thoughts dazzled by the smoky clouds
YOU ARE READING
Hit me up
PoetryI am not good at this, but this is just my thoughts, my story. It is just for me to write out me thoughts en feelings. So if you dont like it, what are you still doing here?
