All the love notes sitting in the cornerare just a byproduct of good writingand not wanting…
It’s been so longbut here I am againwallowing inside myselfas love breaks me into pieces
My words flow with my moodso even when I want to writemy mood tells me what to writebecause…
Sometimes I stay up very late at nightand scribble down my hopes and dreamson different pieces of…
Forcibly blow air into my lungsand resuscitate this lifeless bodywith its languishing…
I have to keep my head downto avoid seeing what is herea catastrophic misuse of wordsallowing…
It’s funny that you think this mattersas if we ever had control of this platformone built for…
It’s hard enough to wake up every morningpretending that this world is normaland in due…