Some days you write and you just don’t want to share. Some days you breath in and it just isn’t enough so keep it all in, share nothing but how you’re feeling.
That’s worth writing about.
Tag: anxiety
The Wait
Drummed fingers sung of thoughts run
of things to come, carbon filled lungs,
premonition of a smoking gun
feet thump to prophecies from bread crumbs.
Rijul Ballal 