Thursday, February 15, 2018

That I am


No matter how much I propel, I will never get there.

Never.

But rowing my boat is the only thing I know how.
And you are the only think I know to desire.



Tell me,

When all of this ends, will I reach you then?
Will I find a way, to go to you?


I am not heartbroken,
but I am lost.

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