we'll never be next to each other, i don't believe in texting anymore, it drains what is left of me, consistency is key but I'd wanna swim through what's next of your scent. pick it up, put it in words and rephrase it.
(letters to the unknown, 2018)
YOU ARE READING
CONSTELLATIONS AWAY FROM REALITY
PoetryA self-entitled declaration of unwanted feelings in monochromic sarcasm and jotted down ink.
