It's kinda boring.
So...
Why not
Get drunk
Get high
Life's a little better
Through a hazy lens
When colors bleed out of your pores
When all for once it felt right
When everything's in place
Why not?
Why not!?
Where the objects speak
Where the wind listens
Where music becomes more than
Notes on a page
Where the waters heal
Where it is quiet
Where your words felt genuine
Where your mind is your friend
Where your bones don't feel
Like a cage.
YOU ARE READING
Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
