I write about the stars
Because I can't take a picture
I sing about love
Even though I have no self worth
I draw in different styles
Because I'm a mess
I would paint the stars
But someone already did
But because it's the only reason they happen to be famous
I'll let them have the clout
YOU ARE READING
Whatever
RomantikA collection of stories, all in different formats, about life. There is no end goal, only truth, pain, lust, joy, sarcasm, irony and self awareness. Tread lightly as this story mentions some of my experience with SA. Good luck 🤞
