I used to inhale words like they were the very air I needed to breathe, and now all I do is exhale.
movies can longer hold my attention because all I see on screen are set designs, actors who shed their character skin as soon as the director yells cut, and a script that someone else wrote. production has never been appealing to me.
it's been forever since a book captured my interest because I get too caught up in the way things are phrased (pretty words still send a shiver down my spine). I can't find it in me to care about characters anymore when all I do is admire the way an author describes them. investing in something like a plotline drags like a chore when I feel like I've seen them all. read them all. I've forgotten how to be surprised. and maybe that's why I'm so incredibly
b o r e d.
YOU ARE READING
open letters to no one
Poetrypoems I can't keep to myself. things to get off my chest with verbs, nouns, adjectives. life lessons I have no one to share with. texts I really should send but don't have the courage to. things I can't say aloud. in essence, words I want to scream...
