writes. runs. drinks coffee. doesn’t go in for that whole sleep thing
carried on strange skin, the scent of you lures me still — cologne butterflies
A female writer — did you know there are only five of them you can find on Medium, and I’m not actually one of those, and…
Child, I hear you softly yawning.
Hold on — day will soon be here.
Child, beware your…
Intelligence: if we are wise,
then why do we believe his lies?
His station is our nation’s shame…
Never let me forget: his presence loomed greater than his absence ever could.