my heart
it feels scrunched
sort of like paper.
my eyes
they feel droopy
sort of like wilted flowers.
my hands
they feel numb
sort of like ice cubes.
my mind
it feels restless, busy
sort of like New York City.
YOU ARE READING
my writings
Acaki like writing, and like to think that i'm kind of good at it. following is a set of short stories/poems i've written with literally no ideas in mind (a.k.a. word vomit). enjoy, i guess? //warning: swears.//
