Unfortunately, sometimes, people never find their way
In the endless void of space.
Sometimes, you can see them in the night,
Floating away, as if waiting for the right time.
But the time will never be right for some,
That's why, you cannot simply walk.
You have to
Run.
* Running, D. S. Desmonds
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poetry; the book
Poetryi've been writing lots of poems lately, i've decided to publish them here. not all of it is angsty depressing stuff, so that's good.
