This is definitely enchanting.
I dance to the beat of soundless drums.
Fluorescent lights glitter in the sky in this place I try to call home.
The difference is clear.
I am happy.Happy....
Happy?
Is this happiness or enchantment?
Truthfully?....
I really don't want to know and
Honestly?....
I don't care.
YOU ARE READING
Gates
PoetryShort poems to describe what books feel/do to me as a maladaptive daydreamer.