Pen touched paper,
And I started to write.
The only feeling in my veins
Was the feeling of light,
And as the shadows dissipated
Into the fathomless walls,
As they seeped into the tiles
And they crept down the halls,
My fingers ached for silence
And my bones ached for height,
But all the ghosts around me
Just wanted me to write.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
Pen touched paper,
And I started to write.
The only feeling in my veins
Was the feeling of light,
And as the shadows dissipated
Into the fathomless walls,
As they seeped into the tiles
And they crept down the halls,
My fingers ached for silence
And my bones ached for height,
But all the ghosts around me
Just wanted me to write.
