Echoes.
My mind.
A little though.
Yet infinite echoes.
Circles and circles.
Never ending conclusions.
Uncountable yet sharp echoes.
Each thought leaves dark stains.
Stains may fade.
Yet never disappear.
Every thought echoes like thunder.
And smells like danger.
A little mind though.
Yet infinite echoes.
© phoenix_queen_
A little though.
Yet infinite echoes.
Circles and circles.
Never ending conclusions.
Uncountable yet sharp echoes.
Each thought leaves dark stains.
Stains may fade.
Yet never disappear.
Every thought echoes like thunder.
And smells like danger.
A little mind though.
Yet infinite echoes.
© phoenix_queen_