I was just thinking about a few things- or everything really. It's funny because a few weeks ago, everything was alright or was it a few years ago? I don't know, but I just can't remember what's it like to be truly happy, without a care in this world. And now, it feels like everything's enclosing, like I can't breathe sometimes, which leads me to crying for no reason now, overthinking the littlest of things and regretting each decision I make.
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Eunoia • Book Two
Poetrycurrently - regular, daily updates. ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 ❞ Author's note - All my works are C...
