Gasp. Sigh. Inhale. Exhale. I am born. I can see, feel and smell but I can't hear nor speak. Someone lives and writes to me. We draw, color and dance. So many things we do with a glance. Our hands touch but either of them is cold. Not sure if it's me or that other person. All I know is that my friend is copying me every moment of my life.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Infinity
PoesíaA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
