v. WANDERING SOUL.
my flashlight is growing dim and the forest is becoming engulfed into the dark. i pulled out my map only to realize that i have searched for you in every corner of the world. my pockets have run empty and my hope is thin.
just come home.
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
