Someone told me that it’s an exhausting world out there and there is no telling if you will be ready to meet the demands of the world. I just told him that I will be crossing the bridge when I get there.
just like a dream
he found himself in the middle of nowhere
fighting a world he’s yet to understand
where to steer and land
He’s a fruit that forced itself to ripe
a fish tested to climb
a fire underwater
an orchid in a dessert
He is losing
slowly rotting inside
yet no one
Painting by Alessia Cairolir
Support me through email located at the bottom of the page.