Ignatiously beautiful,
The view,
Though silent,
Slipped away
Like breath
In the wind.
And I know
Getting it back
Is useless.
For,
Even if possible,
It will be changed
Into something,
I can no further
Comprehend.
YOU ARE READING
Froot Loops @ Midnight
PoetryI don't know why I care about your thoughts so much. Who the hell cares why you're up at three in the morning?
