Without using my skin for paper
Or breaking a bone to craft a pen
Or pulling my blood for ink
I find your name written on me.
— kassandra.
YOU ARE READING
An ako Mirasol
PoetryReal life isn't neatly divided into a sequence of stories where each one has definite end. So, the question of whether or not real life has happy endings is moot. It really just depends... which moment you want to call it "endings".
