Sometimes,
I feel as though we are slowly falling down.
Into an abyss of
darkness and hate
And sometimes,
I feel as though we are riding on the wind.
Towards the sky, open smiles wide;
AND WE ARE FREE!
Where are we for real?
I wish
we were in light.
But what if
we
are
dark?
I don't know which side our world lay, and I'm not sure I'd like to find out.
YOU ARE READING
Fruit of the Soul; A Collection of Miscellaneous Writing
PoetrySo, I really love to write, but writing full stories is basically impossible for me. I've been dying to share my writing when it's for fun, so here is a "Collection of Miscellaneous Writing"! I hope you enjoy, because, well, who wouldn't want someon...
