whome
-alone in my room.
with whome?-
-me and my ceiling.
i know the feeling.-
-tell me about it.
you’ll live without it.-
-paint me the sky.
cry, cry, cry cry.-
a conversation with anticipation
often leads me to believing
that the world is deceiving.
whome-
and then the seasons changed again.
©LukaKorba
With love,