Struggling to find my place in this world of billions. Writing helps.
That’s all it takes.
Sixty seconds between cheerful messages.
One received and read.
Two unopened, unread.
By Delle9 months ago in Poets
briiiing. briiiing. slap. turn off the alarm clock.
get up. brush. wash your face.
fill a mug with water.
trudge to your desk.
The wind blew steadily, chilling the girl
To her bones and dampening her clothes with the
Ever present mist. Tiny water droplets dotted her glasses.
By Delle10 months ago in Poets