My head is stuck
Into life, into me.
And my feet are swinging in the air.
If you touch them,
My neck will break
If not,
I’ll be smothered.
I’m supposed to choose now.
This is what I should live.
About Me
- Golshan
- The City of Blue Domes, Iran
- I'm a sole pillar built on the ruins of this sick life...
No comments:
Post a Comment