feels like home.
a very familiar time,
too familiar.
i would say.
3am is when you
become true to yourself,
letting your thoughts
take over you.
3am is when every urge
of emotion comes
crashing through
but all you can do is cry,
as if crying would fill that
void that you feel inside.
-maki
YOU ARE READING
infinite complexities
Poetrya look inside my tangled mind ; a view to someones quiescent mind a compilation of cliche and effed up poems this really is just a live show. all this is written from that time. episodes of downfall, the great kinds of falls.
