I love drawing eyes.
Tag Archives: sad
The dark, the blind and vulnerable
I am where subconscious urges roam
In fluid dreams; their disconnect
They speak of all things alien
In sleep, sorrowful memories
A fixed unease roots from the crease
My threaded thoughts fray unstrung
My secure world becomes undone
A simple one that started out apart of another poem I am working on. This section I thought was better on its own.