Among every atom and space I've found on this earth as I gave nearly not even a bit of try on understanding some, I came across you.
In my flesh, it wasn't something new, just another face, another person, another void full of stuff I don't care about.
Well, as you can clearly adaptively see, that was not the case after my soul started longing to be around your soul.
YOU ARE READING
existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
