Maybe it's better to live this way, with empty pockets- so when you leave, you won't carry anything.
Ive got nothing left to say nor take with me when i realized the amount of reality that has left me, left me with myself.
YOU ARE READING
Note on the situation
PoetryLife can be kinda shitty, whether the storm settles and the raindrops are stored, I still got ink worth wasting.
