black scribbles, badly drawn surround me.
peeping holes through them.
i watch what could have been.
yet when i reach through to achieve my fantasy,
the lines latch on and are not what they seem.
i had hurt myself, watering the thorns with my fallen dreams.
thorns created by me.
Dec 23, 2021
Dec 23, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC
black scribbles, badly drawn surround me.
peeping holes through them.
i watch what could have been.
yet when i reach through to achieve my fantasy,
the lines latch on and are not what they seem.
i had hurt myself, watering the thorns with my fallen dreams.
thorns created by me.
