Brayden Schmidt
Joined March 2018
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Light
Lights fading in the night. Over this city where everything that has come to me is new, overwhelming like waves crashing onto me. The breaths I take are short, long enough to keep me up. As I look to the sky to brace myself for another wave, in that one moment I look to the stars and bliss envelopes me, making every wave worth the struggle.
By Brayden Schmidt6 years ago in Poets