curious thing, the mind
it wanders around the pages of poetry,
it dreams of the books i've read,
and it fantasizes about what could never be, regardless of the fact that i'm not worthy of anything.
and maybe it's better than whatever life has to offer.
☁︎☁︎☁︎
me, when i feel like trying to put words on those random thoughts
she🧸her
"petite pluie délicate"
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