every step
brings a different kind of deja vu
i hear murmurs of distant voices
this is the moment where i should
feel scared and out of my mind
but i don't
actually,
i smile
even though it's a bad
sense of deja vu
it's telling me to go away now
that i'm not one of those
destined to get out of this place
alive
it's dark but i can see
i knew that i completely blend in
over here
i trip over a tiny thing
a tiny thing that glows
glows purple
the title reads
the artwork sovereign
under it, written in small italic
part life – part death
part heaven – part hell
YOU ARE READING
artbook
Poetry// it's not something as mere as smelling colors and tasting letters, it's something like painting fish in the middle of the sky and drawing dragons in the middle of town. something like having the world as your artbook. \\
