Waiting for me

I write with a pencil as my certainty is as determined as it’s erasibility,

I write with a brittle graphite pencil and my plans are as vulnerable as it’s inconsistent font.

I write in disguise in the corner of my room.

Waiting for life to come pick me up..

Waiting for a stranger who’s been lost in Neverland, lost in the secret allies of tomorrow….

Or maybe lost in my own being!

I’m waiting for me..

Reviews

[InsanityWriter]

You're such an amazing writer!! This is a fantastic piece. :)

[Lamis]

Your praise got me speechless really *blush blush! :D