Sometimes I take a walk
I don't know where I'm going
Neither where I've been
I just let my feet decide where it is
I want to be
I take another step
And suddenly
A million different places
Appear beneath my feet
Forests, seas, the sweeping wind leaves beneath my feet
But of all the places I wish to be
I wish to be where I find peace
~Tiamat
CITEȘTI
Body without Mind
PoezieA glimpse into the mind of an empath, bearing in mind the toll of what can't be controlled but instead manifested into the mind's darkest creations.
