Poems from gabriellary785
This, is not ordinary.
Nor, is that.
And we are seemingly careless,
as to why.
What.
Because, there is nothing ordinary,
about this and...
It renders me incapable to respond. and I, being already out of energy then, am forced to stop.
It is the driving force, and so spikes...
Reality states that I am sitting in this room,
writting this poem,
and staring at this screen.
Reality doesn't realize,
that I am holding...