Staring up at the ceiling, asking silenced questions.
“What would you do if you could do anything?”
“Leave.”
Staring up at the ceiling, making preparations.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Staring up at the ceiling, asking silenced questions.
“What would you do if you could do anything?”
“Leave.”
Staring up at the ceiling, making preparations.
There is so much conveyed in so few words.