air,
weightless and free,
no burden, no pressure,
floating carelessly,
through the tiny space,
under the door,
through unlocked ways,
kept insecure.
air,
no burden, no pressure,
and i could escape,
through keyholes,
and wide windows,
to You.
25/01/2015
YOU ARE READING
may.
Poetryi wrote most of this when i was 12 or smth lmao and i continue to embarrass myself lmao
