isn’t it funny how we
pull out all the kindest words from
the depths of our throats
and plug it in someone’s ears,
but can’t listen to it for our own?
YOU ARE READING
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."
the best joke
isn’t it funny how we
pull out all the kindest words from
the depths of our throats
and plug it in someone’s ears,
but can’t listen to it for our own?
