.(daydreaming).
i am a sucker for when the heavens get so angry they attack the earth with a forceful downpour.
i lock myself inside. i can hear their pounding.
ah….and the lightning.
the sky cracks open. a celestial misstep, a momentary glimpse behind the forbidden curtain.
but they can’t touch me.
no matter how hard they try.
nothing gets in.
i am only a witness.
not involved, far removed. (daydreaming)
wishing for their worst, hoping for the best.
watching. soaking in the serenity through chaos.
constantly moving, all while standing still.
bated breath.
listen.
(stop)
YOU ARE READING
Club 27 Has Reached Capacity - F. T. Willz
PoetryEvery poem by F. T. Willz I could find. Some of them are titled by me seeing as they didn't have any titles or dates to use as a chapter name, although every poem is definitely written by F. T. Willz. Enjoy.
