The first time I ever read an excerpt from her oblivious catastrophically beautiful mind I was hooked off the very first line turned into a junkie it was a feeling I couldn't ever describe
The words she let escape the imprisonment that is her brain expressed the hurricane behind her eyes; an the storm that occupied her rib cage
Not a single word made sense to me, I stared so long I could've probably found galaxies
My discovery was greater than mega stars in a sky as I found the hidden mesmerizing meaning behind every letter and dot upon an i and taught myself the secret language of a true shattered poet.
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Project Feel
Non-Fiction"Written words speak when your voice fails" I started this project almost two years ago as a way for people all around the world to see that they are not voiceless or alone and that there isn't just one version of life. Not only that but also to sh...
