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 )
The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all.
My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions.
My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life.
The nonsense that creeps up in my head...