”Say that I’m crazy or call me a fool, but last night it seems that I dreamed about you…”
Blue waves on the shore come to take my weary soul to my blue sky home
By Emma Markabout a year ago in Poets
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." I repeat the phrase in my mind, playing with the next line as I wander down yet another empty street. "Nobody mentions the screams of those who are left behind... nobody considers the haunted wailings of the abandoned souls unlucky enough to be left behind..."
By Emma Mark2 years ago in Fiction