Eternity on Paper [COMPLETE]

My Superpower

Limousine dreams for the flower with no petals. Admonish your hurricane brain and finnicky fingers.

Riptide regret once again, the human life preserver you cling to has sprung a leak. Oh, what an anchor you've become.

When you bite the hand that feeds, the stomach bites back. Forgetting to remember is your great hope.

If nothing else, nothing will be.

You don't inspire many words; this scroll is short. Ink bleeds from this page like your potential on the concrete.

Ask yourself, did you really have to be my muse?