I don't if I never paid attention in the past, or if it simply wasn't the case;
But it feels like the wind blows east now,
The one good sign the universe ever gave me.
Go! It whispers to me. You don't belong here anymore.
I feel like I'm not listening, stuck in the pit of society.
Take risk, it says. Have faith in the unknown.
It's waiting for me, and I am waiting for myself.
YOU ARE READING
Expressions
PoetryJust little thoughts, phrases, and word vomit that I had to put somewhere. Maybe someone will relate, maybe not. I don't know if you call this poetry, I call it emotion.
