everyday i go to the insides
i go to the umbras
it has became my secret place
a place everyone dreads
a place that anybody enters
doesn't get out of
what better secret place
can a person have?
i always take the art sovereign
with me
and sometimes try to avoid the
twelve year old girl
she's very talkative
and i'm bad at talking
i sit under a shadow
and even though it's pitch black
i can read well
it's just like my eyes were made
just for this place
i've read the first page twenty seven
times
this day
i'll do something new
i'll flip the page to the second
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. \\
