22:82
Risen high above the others
but hollow and full of air.
Only a few delicate strands
hold you together,
ready to crumble
under the slightest
breeze.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
22:82
Risen high above the others
but hollow and full of air.
Only a few delicate strands
hold you together,
ready to crumble
under the slightest
breeze.