Posted in of the soul, poetry

“Fugacious”

09/03/2019

She’s too tired to be exhausted.
Much too shattered to break.
Way too lost to be hidden.
Far too conscious to wake.

So much nothing and more.
Too less something to mention.
Much more present than before
But she’s losing all connections.

…she’s fading fast.

featured image: @sinashagrai


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Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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