it feels like loss
isn't that hard
as much as
only remembering
YOU ARE READING
every nook and cranny inside the mind of a morose weed
Poetrya chain of uneasy events capsuled in secret proses * words in the petals of a dead flower, pick each single one of them and tell my story
II.
it feels like loss
isn't that hard
as much as
only remembering
