I have chosen a solitary life, as a writer. I notice it now with a damning certainty. My separation from others by my words, all these words, cloaking me in an impenetrable mist. I will never truly surrender, never truly let myself go. I already live a thousand lives between each breath. I have already lived my life a thousand times when I close my eyes.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
