I paint my toenails over and over again, I don't believe in polish remover.
I keep all the caps to my bottles and smash them full, I don't believe so much substance can fit in such a breakable place.
I only wear my whitest socks to splash in the muddiest puddles because I don't believe in being dry or clean.
I don't believe in breakfast, or advertisements, I don't believe in birds or pretzels from the pier and I certainly don't believe in second chances
Or do I
I'm not quite sure what I believe for certainty about second chances or sixth chances or any chances at all but I do know this, everything, everything in this world is a temporary fix for what we are all lusting after.
I'm not sure what it is is even known.
YOU ARE READING
Hysterical letters to my sanity
Poetrya collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)
