You and I, in this space together.
alive for sixteen, almost seventeen years.
in the end, aren’t we all copies of the same person, just molded in different manners?
summer haze grips my lungs.
no one will help a fish out of water in this society.
just because i breathe doesn’t mean i am alive.
is there a reason why my heart beats? is there a reason why my lungs continue to draw breath? the air that keeps me alive,the blood that flows through my veins,nothing is enough to fill the space within me,an empty vacuum of nothingthat used to be something that used to be everything but my soulContinue reading “missing”
the finite breath of life extinguishes when the rainbow arcs across the sky.