What’s the point of real life? I’d rather have a daydream.
The air feels heavy as I drag myself to school, like I'm in an ever-shrinking snow globe
You see the world as if through the lens of a camera
I actually wrote this in late 2021/early 2022, but I found it again and resonated with it just as much now as I did then, so I felt like posting it.
A short, freeform poem. I'll leave you to decide what it means.
when I sleep I can still feel remnants of him
it is not romantic
What’s the point of real life? I’d rather have a daydream.
The air feels heavy as I drag myself to school, like I'm in an ever-shrinking snow globe
You see the world as if through the lens of a camera
I actually wrote this in late 2021/early 2022, but I found it again and resonated with it just as much now as I did then, so I felt like posting it.
A short, freeform poem. I'll leave you to decide what it means.
when I sleep I can still feel remnants of him
it is not romantic