we are not doing what is wrong, we are not doing what is right, there's nothing left in sadness and happiness too, rough patches and distress. you win again, own that poem and be it once again, I'll still be relocating.
(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.
