leaves changing their colors again but I haven’t moved. My feet have sunken into ground, My teeth turned brown with rot. I only closed my eyes for a moment, now everything under the sun is old.
Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
leaves changing their colors again but I haven’t moved. My feet have sunken into ground, My teeth turned brown with rot. I only closed my eyes for a moment, now everything under the sun is old.