I fall in love til I fall down.
I fall in love with myself and the crowd, a moment of megalomania. Simply put, it's a vicious cycle of frivolous inclusion, an escape from the gridlock onyx fabric of time. Commit to an idea, they said. It'll be joyous, they said. You can find yourself in another one. It's okay, to be honest, but to pour out everything to someone is such hard work. This is why I won't be able to be your one, be your someone. I'm sorry.
Hey guys!
I've been super busy lately, so I haven't posted in a while. Hope you enjoy!
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Quiet
PoetryThese are just some random poems about me and my life. Some of them are a little bit emotional. Feel free to eat a tub of ice cream while reading. I won't mind. Just don't get any of it on the couch.
