poetry

… Charcoal / Diya

days that have no answers to the deep pangs one feels nothing changes except what one feels or does not

I can feel words crawl under my skinI travelled 16000 feet above sea level and stood on a cold desert,

i put one word outside the door incase you come looking for me

words are a crutch nowwhere oncethey were poetry~ departure of the muse

… Bare minimum / Diya