Is this really life? Or just a semblance of one? Cocooned in this Peaceful, cloying, dusty cell. Without another voice To tell me that I’m dreaming.
What essence remains,
Is rendered from my bones<<<felt this
Liv, thank you. Yes, it’s been a strange journey of self reflection as I begin to write poetry. But it’s felt suddenly very vital. I sometimes wonder why I didn’t start writing poetry before. But I guess it just wasn’t my time.
“Cocooned in this
Peaceful, cloying, dusty cell.” ❤️
It's always lovely to have a piece of your own writing quoted back to you, Andres. Thanks so much for taking the time to read!
The words. Ahhhhh. The internal rhymes. Oooooh. So nice with a relatable message.
Thanks Rachel! I'll take 'Ahhhhs' and 'Oooohs' any day of the week!
🔥🔥🔥
Thank you, Aelius. I'm glad this connected with you!
What essence remains,
Is rendered from my bones<<<felt this
Liv, thank you. Yes, it’s been a strange journey of self reflection as I begin to write poetry. But it’s felt suddenly very vital. I sometimes wonder why I didn’t start writing poetry before. But I guess it just wasn’t my time.
“Cocooned in this
Peaceful, cloying, dusty cell.” ❤️
It's always lovely to have a piece of your own writing quoted back to you, Andres. Thanks so much for taking the time to read!
The words. Ahhhhh. The internal rhymes. Oooooh. So nice with a relatable message.
Thanks Rachel! I'll take 'Ahhhhs' and 'Oooohs' any day of the week!
🔥🔥🔥
Thank you, Aelius. I'm glad this connected with you!