I am a faded soul, whose static became more blurry
And as I seek the mountains and the oceans,
My footsteps began to be misty.
It was a rainy day,
and I was a raindrop evaporating back to the clouds
It was a night turning into day
and I was the last of the stars.
YOU ARE READING
Unsaid
PoetryOnly the stars can witness how my sanity collapse, only the oceans running waves across my flesh can watch how slowly, in certainty, how I fall apart.
