The tiny needle prick left on your finger will go unnoticed, and forgotten.
My writing is here to leave me impaled by a pike for all to see, bleeding for eternity.
The ego that floods your mind drowns your ability to see all else, but yourself.
In the infinite uncontrolled ebb and flow of everything, and everyone, realize..
This isn't about you.
I write for information that that goes unspoken, for entertainment, for science, for art, for the hidden truth, as privacy is for those weak of self, or have something to hide. Your momentary sacrifice is a raindrop in a bottomless ocean that belongs to the universe.
So, go ahead and..
Cry.
YOU ARE READING
Release
PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
