All hearts go to this place, they wait for the moment they close their eyes to get where they can dream, where their broken minds rest.
Get to feel the warm embrace of love, of the vague hope that they keep within themselves. Where their tears water the fields of beautiful flowers and their fragmentation doesn't hurt anymore.
Clear skies with bright colors and the starry nights full of life turns for many, their home.
YOU ARE READING
We bleed through words
PoetryI might say I'm writing what I feel, the feeling of driving in a highway sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes tired, sometimes blasting the mood, sometimes just the calmness and sometimes happy. Writers are often given the gift of being specta...
