i am drifting in and out of conciousness,
quiet guitar music filling the stained walls.
the earth is shaking,
and so are my hands,
yet i am not afraid.
there is no going back,
no reset button.
YOU ARE READING
sonder
Poetry70 days of summer 70 poems of sonder (might also include a photo i took on the day of writing the poem)
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i am drifting in and out of conciousness,
quiet guitar music filling the stained walls.
the earth is shaking,
and so are my hands,
yet i am not afraid.
there is no going back,
no reset button.