Shh, don't talk to me.
Please. I'd rather be with the moon
Bottles line up with emotion.
Stored away in the back cellar.
Journals and journals
cluttered the bookshelves.
Not trusting anyone but the
lovely pages.
Don't ask me if I'm alright.
I only want the moon.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
