it's silent
however my thoughts are loud
it doesn't stop
are you the same as me?
listening to your thoughts
trying to puzzle them
looking for the host that started this epidemic of incomprehensible images running through your mind
it feels hazy like a smoke screenI can't clear mine that easily
but I found my answer
you
tell me...
am I yours?
YOU ARE READING
Lacuna
PoetryLacuna means "a blank space; a missing part." This is where I fill those black spaces