My mind is like a runaway dog. It runs and runs but when it comes back it has lost most of it's fur and transformed into a stray. It looses itself in its own thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
the rain you come across...
Poetry...and the sunrays that find you My and (if you'd like to share) your thoughts. Cringy & edgy, I'm aware. But here, we do not stare
My mind
My mind is like a runaway dog. It runs and runs but when it comes back it has lost most of it's fur and transformed into a stray. It looses itself in its own thoughts.
