Through the glowing screens and dirty glass
Lies a world we long to touch
Beyond forgotten knowledge that we can.
The diverted eyes of narrow minds,
Always looking in the opposite direction,
Dark crowds of misguided dreamers.
The creation of brave facades
Pave over self-doubt
Under the guise of inspiration.
Our truthful spirit tells us
We are cowards to wait
For our hearts to come alive.
We bring resistance with us,
Dancing in the hope
Of "What if...?"
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Little Nothings
Poetry***STUNNING COVER by @Repulsify, as commissioned through @InkCommunity 's Artlink Station!*** Things speak to us in different ways. For some, it's a small voice in our minds. For others, it's the things around us, weaving words into succession for s...
