Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2018
Some things happen without your full awareness. These things come slow and then all at once it’s like a river rushing over you and you panic for a second. Your heart races and you can’t understand how it happened but it’s happening and it won’t stop happening. You’re not sure if you’re falling or flying. Maybe a little bit of both. All you know is that it sort of feels like you’re climbing mountains together and the sunsets you’ve been watching every evening are cascades of reds. The only thing you’re really sure of is that red is your favorite color.
Emmy
Written by
Emmy
435
   Johnny Scarlotti
Please log in to view and add comments on poems