my keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars.
( 1 year of poetry )
my keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars.
( 1 year of poetry )
In times of solitude and despair I tend to drift away into a gloomy state, just thinking about how if, I could pen down these thoughts into words and document them for the purpose of reference and co...