Poems from EvanD707
A string of thought.
Writhing through the fibers of my conscienceness.Unfathomable.This Universe.This Expanse.The things that make us, and...
I did not grow up with poetry.I grew up with music.Yet, to me, the former is no different from the latter.
Toes waving in the pool of...
A string of thought.Writhing through the fibers of my conscienceness.Unfathomable.This Universe.This Expanse.The things that make us, and...