Dec 2017
I wonder,
why it is,
for we had become,
further and divided,
but still hoping,
to hold hands
and discover each other?
To lose on ages?
to bite the apple?
or to fill the void?
why it is,
for we had become,
further and divided,
but still hoping,
to hold hands
and discover each other?
To lose on ages?
to bite the apple?
or to fill the void?
When things get cold and silent, I tend to overthink. Sometimes the thoughts just overshadow the voices that try to pierce into my ears.
