A thick ice has formed
In the dream I shortly went into
My agonizing phantom pain is still the same
Have I lost myself
Or have I gained you
I suddenly run to the lake
There's my face in it
"Please don't say anything".
YOU ARE READING
Story Time
PoetryI'm not sure what I'll be writing here. Some may be old memories. Some may be what I expect in the future. Who knows.
