it picks up. anxiety. slows down. give me your hand. your smell. your eyes. provide me this temporary heaven. distracting me from the horrors of my mind. but now, what will i do this time? when the worry becomes reality and the blade cuts through.
YOU ARE READING
v i e w s
Poetryi was love then i was lost. ©writingxfreak NOTE: some of the photos/videos used in this book are not mine, and i do not take credit for them.
