A Jolly yet sad beat continued to play in the background
of my head as we talked about the end. And in the midst of all the talk it slightly sparked a little bit hope for the future within me.
And somehow it felt strange, I'm sad but I didn't cry.
1:29, Goodnight.
YOU ARE READING
Time:Goodnight
PoetryThings I wrote while I'm drowning in emotions and thoughts of someone while slowly falling asleep.
