sometimes i think,
the devils which reign in hell
are better than the demons
inside my head.
- it's 2 am and my thoughts are burning through me like a constant flashback of maybes and what ifs.
I'm striving against them, trying to bury them deep down in the nest
inside my head that has devoid itself of the innocence and optimism that once were well known to it.
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querencia.
PoetryPOE1 | ❝these verses, how they've become a part of me. scribbled in reverse keeping me in some sort of reverie.❞ ...... querencia - (n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic...
