the mindless pitter-patter of their tapping feet down my halls, down the street their child-like laughter comforts me making me forget what i’m sapose to see
Tag: bows
Unspoken Notion
Sitting there awake in bed, wondering where it all started. What single motion of chance caused this first breath to awaken you from the void of nonexistence. Another thought as to how this complex pattern of ideas came across from a once peaceful childhood.
Her Dear Sweet Solitude
When I was told you died it was more obsurtity that shock My eyes questioning on skin like chalk