In the millions of heart wrenched slow seconds I've never felt such a heavy emptiness laying over me like the softest lead blanket, crushing the air out of my lungs while unpoetically defining the jagged smooth cracks in my heart yet it's never been so worth it in the sixteen years I've been alive in the same world as these absolutely heartbreaking, wonderfully haunting, and fatal inspiration that hide away inside ironically mesmerizingly beautiful book spines. I wouldn't trade being crushed under the weight of four hundred breath stealing mind scrambling pages that acts like iron for anything else in this dangerous reality; I much rather take in the catastrophe that is the fiction drowned worlds I throw myself head first into, even as my last silk wrapped ragged breath is crushed out've me under all this fictional fatality that becomes my minds reality I'd stay here for as long as my soul will allow me too make a Peter Pan move if I have too just because of the insane amplified shattering feeling that takes over inch after inch of soft skin, rising every hair an wracking it with shivers from broken,beautiful, and blazing words burned permanently into the most important parts of me as a being while pumping through like lightning inside dark blue veins with a contrast more poetic than anything before it.
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Project Feel
No Ficción"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...
