I've been here and there.
I've flipped many pages and gone through many chapters yet not one line resonates with me. Not a single one. Never.
17 books, 1 chapter, and 29 pages later and I'm still here. Still where I started. Just one word. I wanted a chapter but now all I want is one word. One word to come at me and say that being myself is just perfect.
Because no matter who I was, who I am, or who I become in the future, I am perfect to someone.
YOU ARE READING
black, grey, and nothing in between
Poetryfor the thoughts that are in my head, the words stuck in my throat, and the stinging on my chest. a story of how my thoughts progressed, and how much i've changed through the times... hopefully written in english TW: mentions of d34th and 5u1c1d3 my...
