Outside the window the sun touches what I see.
In any world.
During any lifetime.
Any reality.
I would find you and you will find me.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
Any
Outside the window the sun touches what I see.
In any world.
During any lifetime.
Any reality.
I would find you and you will find me.
