If the world could see me now,//they'd see I'm no "where" I want to be;//
nothing more, than the thought of a passing car,//
or the act of staying absent//
long enough to make exhaustion,//
complete.//**
I'm sick
of living
life
without love.//
There's no more sweeter alternative,
than being....//**
....gone.
`X~ Will.
1 comment:
That's a neat picture.
Is that a painting or a photograph? It's hard to tell.
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