Thoughts, driven to a frenzy.
‘[...] salient fame, carved in all the city walls.’
About the selenophile, sitting on the balcony that night, pondering.
In the masqueraded society.
‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’
Purposely adrift in the echo of past mayhems.
In the reverie of farraginous memories.
Golden linings for cracks.
Short poem written from the brain, not the heart...although I suppose they're similar. It's a departure from my usual style but I hope you all enjoy and understand!
every time I let go, I keep going back.
i didnt know what to name this.
the biggest lies I've ever told seem so simple.