My poems have been getting a more flexible format these days, I don't even know why. But I like it :3
Mkay, I know how descriptions could ruin a poem's feel, atmosphere and what not, but I feel like I should write this. So the concept of this is that for every breath you take, that air was someone else's once before. What thoughts does it carry? What memories does it hold? And what moments are you giving it that will unknowingly be part of another person's?
myea, 'twas a random thought that sprung to mind. Anyway, hope you like it.