Everything and all that you are sits folded in the pit of your stomach. It is the clenched fist; the open hand; the fiery eyes; the scarred heart. You are all that you are, and that which you are not. You are a paradox.
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There will come a time, a day, a moment, when words are not enough. When the letters hooking to other letters and tying themselves each other, the trains of vowels and consonants chasing each other out of my mouth, just won’t do justice to the avalanche that you’re struggling though, If this is […]
everything that lives inside of me everything black and white and shades of every grey that line the walls of the rooms that sit empty and hollow. their weight like 10 tonne on my chest crippling me. everything in the words we never say like sheathed weapons held at the ready of hands fit […]