i am no longer writing poetry in this poetry site of mine. it's now a cave of wandering thoughts of mine.
if you ask me, what can you worry so much being a 24 year old female?
well, since you ask...
my mind is a busy bee. it wanders around, like a fluffy cloud holding heavy thoughts.
and it continues to grow.

at the end, little did i know.
i was in the darkness.
engulfed.
and...