She sat and watched the lighthouse, down by the sea she stayed up all night, looking out onto the ocean, wave after wave toppled over the other.
She began to cry, how her life has turned into the ocean, wave after wave toppling over the other.
ESTÁ A LER
humans
Poesia"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
