this isn't a place for the hopeful.
there are no happy endings.
there are only endings.
perhaps here, you will read mine.
perhaps here, you will find your own.
perhaps you are lost, and my story isn't for you.
read on, hopeless.
i dare you.
-unimagine
YOU ARE READING
White Out (Poetry Collection)
Poésieyou weren't supposed to see this. •••••••••• a diary of imagination; a life where the lines are blurred. a memoir of things that never happened, and a few that did.
