Should we ever die before we wake//That's one less path we will blindly take...
My Sister’s Old Bedroom
Fair warning: I did not plan this post, nor did I proofread it. Proceed at your own risk.
Small Talk
As if halting words Makes me greater than I am surviving hurts and poetically spitting them back observing birds dreaming the things that I can But first I must build cities from this sand Before I can ascend
