Traveling.
The lovely feeling
The expression of amazement on your face
The glory of new experience in front of you
The freedom you can have
All of this is a magic
in the adventure that you can have
but people can ruined it
with there selfish thoughts
They think they own me
they say, they booked me
my own time before all of them
they want to spend time with me
but only in their own ways
they think I will listen to them
But I'm not an item
I'm a human.
YOU ARE READING
Walls of the white room
PoetryMy thoughts and stuff I accidentally write. ups. sorry my bad, well if you are already here you can just check. or not but...
