When I lose myself,
I sit down upon the ground,
And find my being.
I close my dry eyes,
And vanish to bright ripples
In my memory.
My breath is frozen,
Taken by the voice of night,
Singing of past times.
My heart is burning,
Passions longing to explode.
I am bound inside.
About the Creator
Lorelei Russell
I'm a writer, artist, and historian, living in the United Kingdom. I particularly favour the fantasy and magical realism genres, but enjoy the challenge of exploring other writing styles.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.