Look outside the nearest window
There will come a time
In which you'll never see this again
All your relationships will change
Your now will be a memory one day
And that's okay
The Things You Love come in many ways
Their present forms will never stay
They will reappear as something new
Just like you
YOU ARE READING
Otherworld
PoetryI started this book of poetry a few months before moving to Australia, and continued while I was living there. Now that I'm back, it feels like a good time to deem it complete. As usual, my poems cover a wide range of topics. I simply write what com...
