i don't know if i'm ever gonna be back from this black hole that swallowed me,
that locked me in
now it feels like home
with the smell of freshly made coffee
with bread on the plate
with the noise of the street
and the tv always on
i settled down
it doesn't feel good or right
but i don't want to leave anymore
i don't even have the strength
and babe
don't sink for me
just let me go
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
