if this seems to be so vague, understand as so.
i am that kind of existence.
and i bear tremendous pain.
that to which i utmost did not desire.
life just seems to pull shit straight into me.
now i am this twisted, misunderstood, unidentifiable soul roaming, searching where and how to belong.
bear with me.
YOU ARE READING
my existence is a faux
Poetryif i could summarize what i suffer consciously and subconsciously, it would be these hymns tapping into the deepest of my soul
