It's quiet here.
Where I placed myself.
It's quiet enough to be black.
I dwell here alone.
Awaiting an invitation into reality.
The one that I dream about.
Will you climb through the black to find me?
It's quiet here.
I haven't heard anyone in ages.
YOU ARE READING
Sleep Diction
PoetryA collection of things I write. Whenever they come to me. Enjoy. I appreciate any feedback. Welcome it even.
