The Present

The Present

There are no words,
only sounds of silence ringing through my head.
There is no feeling,
just a lot of numbness and the feel of feeling dead.
There is no hope,
yet I know that it's to hope I'm clinging...
There is no future,
unless of course, it's the future I'm bringing.

Bohemian Poetry Book Now Available!

I have finally published a book,

& I would love if you'd have a look.

It's a look into my life, a look into my soul,

a look at insecurities, lost love, & life goals.

It is the beauty of being bohemian,

the beauty of being free,

of living life & loving freely,

the beauty of simply being.

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