This is the post excerpt.Read More a wreck in progress.
“…this blue of sadness is mighty, uncharted, turbulent, endless
and i am just a human
with a soggy paper heart”
“…outside, things are blue and breezy…”Read More shenanigans.
sugar doesn’t suture woundsRead More suturing 101.
“..in here, silence
latches onto our skin…”
“it’s a bitter, bitter pill”Read More why i avoid mirrors.
“but will you still
love me so, when…”
signs i should visit my grandma’s soon.Read More a beckoning.
this is what happens when you escape reality’s cruelty only to end up in uncertainty’s arms.Read More possibilities.
only if i knew where this sadness is coming from.Read More repetitions.
this is what a draconian law did to a young lover.Read More a different reality.