Welcome to the second station! This is a book of prose that I wrote out of desperation to breathe. Writing is, really, the only way for me to live. And if I didn’t become a poet, I don’t know what I will be (probably dead).
I am honestly going through an intense chapter in my life though it’s all in my head.
I am sharing this book with you because I don’t really know what to do with it. I’m hoping that at least some of its pages make sense, because if not then that’s when I’ll know that my existence truly means nothing but only to fill a lonely hole.
I also hope that you’re not going through the same layer of hell. But if you do, please hold still. Great things are waiting ahead of us.
Watch your step!
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FTBSITF by jca
(05.03.24 - 06.12.24)
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Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
