waves of words and rhymes overwhelm my mind and engulf my lungs.
it is not forced, but it flows effortlessly across my sea of darkness.
poetry seems like a hurricane. the wind, the rain, the violence, is all too much, for my fragile bones. but the empty page in front of me, does not remain empty for long.
these words are no longer mine, but they belong to the sand that burns my skin and lips.
im afraid to write. the pressure, the judgment, the everything, is too much for my broken heart to handle.
and when you're too afraid to write,
you're too afraid to forget.
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thank you to all of you who support my work, I'm always self-conscious about what I write but I'm trying to change that. I love you all so much and Thank you once again beauties ;)🌻
