Scents that I don’t recognize
That suffocate me
Bundles of books stacked so tall
They look like a wall
Light that comes from a window
The streaks of which were oh so few
Abandoned in a place unknown
But gives a feeling of something known
The land so hard and cold
Making it even harder to stay bold
Everything about and aroud is just not right
Wishing for it to be just another imaginary fright
Thinking back to those moments that mattered
Because things are still yet scattered.
Not going to bore you with an explanation for this one. As always I hope you’re having a great week.
I’ll see you in my next post.
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