as i watched the dragon flying
i argued with them
the voices in my head
but i love my life
nobody has the gift that i have
the voices argued back;
you call this a life?
at least they have something they
can call a life
the dragon settled next to me
and yelled;
let me take you for a joyride
would you like to see what's inside?
and it swallowed me whole
YOU ARE READING
artbook
Poetry// it's not something as mere as smelling colors and tasting letters, it's something like painting fish in the middle of the sky and drawing dragons in the middle of town. something like having the world as your artbook. \\
