Sticky Notes

I'll gather them all in a crumpled pile and watch as they writhe and convulse beneath the flame. Suddenly, they are gone. It's tragic that I can't do the same.

Self-Worth is Flaky

In the last couple weeks, I have been a part of a spiral of issues. I was going to say "I fell into a spiral of issues," but that makes it sound like they took me down, and they didn't...

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I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Daydreaming as a profession

Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.

Eunoia☀️

Blossom. Re-blossom. Keep doing it.

Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind

"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"

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