There they are.
I hear them.
I see and feel them.
The footsteps.
Go away.
I can't.
Leave.
No.
Get out of my head.
Come with me.
Go now.
Please.
I need to get away.
Follow.
Far away with sun and rain.
I know.
No.
I do.
No one does.
I do.
Where can I go?
Here. Come here.
Are you the footsteps?
Yes.
I need to get away.
I know.
YOU ARE READING
Ocean
Poetry[COMPLETED <3] My thoughts as an open book of terrifying value and vulnerability (also known as poetry)
