Aug 2018
In the moonlight,
I place my face on the cool hard wood floor,
in a futile attempt to feel grounded.
But my roots do not take easily
and I continue to wither,
awake on my bedroom floor.
I place my face on the cool hard wood floor,
in a futile attempt to feel grounded.
But my roots do not take easily
and I continue to wither,
awake on my bedroom floor.
