A poem assembled from fortunes from the local Chinese takeaway.
I found an old poem I wrote a long time ago when I was reading a series about an immortal being. I forgot the title, but it really challenged my perspective about immortality. These were my thoughts! ...
So deep in your lies, forgetting to breath; Sorry to myself, oh the rhythm I lost!
I'm drowning, the waves crash over me. The waves are taking me under. The current is too strong right now.
How do I beat it? I can tread the water, I can swim in this storm but it's pulling me under...
Hey! Wake up now, the time has come. The night of anguish has come to end.
Things in here are ones I brought up from my own thoughts and feelings. I hope someone will be able to relate to something here.
A simple poem to that thing that can help us stay organized... or completely distract us...
A poem assembled from fortunes from the local Chinese takeaway.
I found an old poem I wrote a long time ago when I was reading a series about an immortal being. I forgot the title, but it really challenged my perspective about immortality. These were my thoughts! ...
So deep in your lies, forgetting to breath; Sorry to myself, oh the rhythm I lost!
I'm drowning, the waves crash over me. The waves are taking me under. The current is too strong right now.
How do I beat it? I can tread the water, I can swim in this storm but it's pulling me under...
Hey! Wake up now, the time has come. The night of anguish has come to end.
Things in here are ones I brought up from my own thoughts and feelings. I hope someone will be able to relate to something here.
A simple poem to that thing that can help us stay organized... or completely distract us...