Air

Posted on by anna christ

Sahara air hitting her face erasing memories erasing hopes erasing limitations

today is just another windy day

people talking loud on porches leisure time

Wind is all she can hear trough the trees mesmerized by default

Her dreams ruins her life a dream her existence aimless

A wanderer a student a failure

the mirror is so uncanny these days…

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...