a poem I wrote...
Emptiness and loneliness are friends
They hold each others hand in the rain
Sometimes they’re even called the same
Why do they make me feel so distant and bound
All while busy without a sound
- Alisa Apps
Emptiness and loneliness are friends
They hold each others hand in the rain
Sometimes they’re even called the same
Why do they make me feel so distant and bound
All while busy without a sound
- Alisa Apps