The world is constantly running.
Constantly going, moving, changing.
Yet here I am, still the same.
Still unchanged, still standing,
whilst the world is constantly running.
YOU ARE READING
An endless abyss
PoetryJust some poems and thoughts, nothing too important. Just read if you want to I guess. This will probably all be extremely cringy in years to come but for the time being I think that they're ok.
Running.
The world is constantly running.
Constantly going, moving, changing.
Yet here I am, still the same.
Still unchanged, still standing,
whilst the world is constantly running.
