You've become my most beloved existence and habit — It's harder to imagine my now and tomorrow without a single thought of you in it.
YOU ARE READING
existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
s e v e n
You've become my most beloved existence and habit — It's harder to imagine my now and tomorrow without a single thought of you in it.
