Blind on a whim
Grasping at the world
I don't know what I'm doing
But I know how to do it apparently
I can feel the fire already
I've always hated that sound
The fog clears
They're dead already
Some are still screaming
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
