What do you believe in?
I believe in the idea that these are not the best four years of my life, that it will get better.
Do you believe in a god?
No. I believe in that gorgeous girl you see on Twitter who is trying to fill something empty inside of herself with ethanol and smoke. I believe she will get better.
Have you ever prayed?
I have. I've prayed for my friend who, like a caged peacock, longs for a space to spread their tail. They are confined to a home surrounded by those who are too afraid to see their full splendor. I pray for the day they no longer have to hide their feathers.
Do you worship anything?
I thought I worshiped him. I realize I need to worship myself. I don't know how. I have to stop relying on others to be my savior.
YOU ARE READING
twoball screwball
Poesíahigh school was a difficult time filled with even more difficult poetry. there are plenty of thoughts and writings that i created during this time that have done nothing but collect dust. i'm going to try and give them another chance at life here. ...
