i don't know why the holidays are so hard-
perhaps it's because we've all lost pieces of ourselves,
and only now do we realize
how many holes are within us,
how much we cannot fulfill.
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
