i seek the sun for his rays.
i seek the water for hydration.
i seek the soil for home.
i seek the wind for my breathing.
but i never seek a certain source of energy.
i never seek my dearest self for her opinions.
i never seek my heart for her feelings.
i never seek my soul for her concerns.
all i care about is my external that i ended up scarring my fragile internality.
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
