"distinguised" poems
Distinguised, hidden concepts in between every breath.
I don't want to know what the end will look like,
Fear is a concept of death
Everything ends,
Everyone dies.
I want to know all there is,
I wish to see more than just what's right in front of me.
I'm not sure where I want to go, but please get me out of here.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC