we all search
for reasons
but what if
we put down our maps
and lifted our eyes,
cleaned our glasses
and joined as masses
then maybe we'd finally
find our minds
and put together the pieces
and in our hands
we'd discover
the real demands
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
