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“I would anything to feel alive again” – but did I leave the stove on back in my apartment?
I have become a version of my mother which was misunderstood and hated as I grew up. Maybe, Karma teaches us to be humble rather than our elders do/
Maybe, respecting Karma will get me more obsessive over the apartment door that I left unlocked before I came on this drive/
I push harder on the brake than the acceleration paddle because I am not scared to be halted. I am scared to rush through all my memories.
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