I couldn't create.
nothing would flow.
I couldn't read
anything they wrote.
I couldn't sing
because I didn't want to.
I should have.
I should have wanted to.
I should have been able to.
but I couldn't bring myself to.
YOU ARE READING
sat by the ocean
Poetryphotos are not mine!!! caution: chapter two has an image of a real animal skull. just in case anybody would be uncomfy! (continued onto Laying By The Ocean)
