i feel alive.
this whole week has made me feel like
im truly living my life.
i have mosquito bites up and down my arms and legs,
i have an awful haircut,
and i took some photos with my cousins and brother and his friend during golden hour.
i sat on top of some weird box that said "hazard" on it,
probably shouldnt have done that.
i jumped off and almost tripped and fell on the rocks.
i carved my initials and some words and shapes into the mud.
i walked underneath the bridge, all the way to the other side.
i feel like every breath i take is an adventure.
every adventure brings me a little closer to you.
i might as well enjoy the path that leads me back to where i know that i was meant to be.
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
