my keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars.
( 1 year of poetry )
my keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars.
( 1 year of poetry )
As a person who overthinks all the time my mind flows with my most precious thoughts, always seeking to create everlasting essays that shape me. There's beauty in honesty, and that's what I want to b...