5:15pm, the 17th of June on a Wednesday
// perception: as i stood through the whispers and remained placid through their shouts i finally realised that they were all in my head and my worst enemy was my mind whilst I was enamoured by self-doubt //
// hear ye, hear ye: listen closely to the waves and they'll bring you further along the shoreline to your homestead. ignore their calls and their crashes and you'll be washed up, deserted and starved of normality instead //
// cold: i sucked in a breath as the winter chilled by inner core and i stand surprised that is was simply from your touch as i had closed all the windows and doors //
YOU ARE READING
if i don't say this i'll explode // a book of poetry
Poetrya book of poetry // because if i don't say this i'll explode, there's too much white noise in my head that needs to be transferred to the blank spaces in the sky and the unfulfilled breaths of the air we breathe. 20 year old girl from Melbourn...
