There are three things left:
The blood in my veins
The exhaustion creating black holes in my thoughts
and
you.
When my soul feels homeless, just floating in the void just above where our bodies rest. You are the gravity refusing to release me. You are the anchor that keeps me safe in the waves.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
There are three things left:
The blood in my veins
The exhaustion creating black holes in my thoughts
and
you.
When my soul feels homeless, just floating in the void just above where our bodies rest. You are the gravity refusing to release me. You are the anchor that keeps me safe in the waves.
