Sep 10, 2021
1 min read
Restless Vines Climb Up My Spine
What do I want?
Haunted soul flits the sky, finding fault in the perfect clouds
Polishing in vain the nimbus trails, looking for hidden silver
Breath stifles over and over, yet I keep searching
Staleness scalds me like poison
Yet everything gets stale, after a while
Boring, dull, disengaging, yuck
