I know I'm just a coward. I know I'm selfish when everything comes spiralling down to this. What is this, anyway? Or should I say, "what are we?"
But I've never known who you really are – what you think, what you're made of. I don't even know myself anymore; of who I once was before you and who I turned out to be now that we're together.
And between all of this confusion - in the midst of knowing and not, I wish for us to just stand still with our fate not being determined by our before and after. How I wish that time would steady for a little while, and the consequences would catch up a little later. I wish the past would worry about its regrets, and the future to delve into its uncertainties, for I've always feared the idea of stepping forward to know what comes next and terrified of looking back, seeing I have nothing left.
CZYTASZ
Depth of Me •••#Wattys2018•••
Poezja"I'll write for what was left within the ashes; for the depth of me when all else is gone." cover drawing by: Carolina Roda
