22:66
Unrest is in your soul
in a way I’ve never
seen before.
Flashes of annoyance
growing more frequent
in my direction.
Does disappointment
haunt us now?
Or is it something
worse than that,
something I can’t fix.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
22:66
Unrest is in your soul
in a way I’ve never
seen before.
Flashes of annoyance
growing more frequent
in my direction.
Does disappointment
haunt us now?
Or is it something
worse than that,
something I can’t fix.