if i asked you now
would you still
meet me
in the park?
i've been chasing
ghosts of us
through the woods
long after dark
i strike my flint
against the rock
yet still run
when there's a spark
can we go through hell
and still escape
through the ruin
without a mark?
YOU ARE READING
Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
