Pretentious, arrogant, little cliché. Novelist and poet. Sadness makes me write, and when I’m happy I do not write. https://www.instagram.com/k_n_johnson/?hl=es
Do you hear that sound?
It’s me.
Yes, I know it doesn’t sound like it,
But it’s my heart breaking.
I wish it was another way,
Yesterday I realized I was alone.
Completely and utterly alone.
Dear me,
Please be dear to Sophie,
I walk into a crowd completely blindfolded,
Right now I feel the anger growing in my chest,