Sometimes I try to delude myself - I try to make myself believe
that I am not numb to everything
like I used to be.
Like I was.
Like I am.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Where You Learn to Move On
PoetryThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
