I am a spotlight. It's in my job description to make stars stay true to the tag itself. But, it's in my personal-sadistic-pleasure description to propagate their shortcomings; 1. the nervous sweat, 2. the itchy nasal hair, 3. the tight crotches. And I have enjoyed it thoroughly for every single day. Except once. A frightened-newbie singer against a beach, my favourite kind. What's it going to be? Option one, two or three? She stood at the center-stage, expressionless. I lit up. The crowd finally shut-up. All there was, was the sound of waves. I'm still waiting for the opening mishap. Silence. Suddenly, she took a deep breath, smiled at me, turned around. Faced the vast expanse of water. " I don't need y'all. The ocean will applaud for me."
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The Good place
ПоэзияThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
