[ poetry ] blossom within him

words etched onto the metal railings of the creaking ferris wheel

mom, I fell in love with a girl

2020-2021 a holding pattern to find myself

the record of youth for : strangers get born™ 2021 | __archive

This is me dancing on the edge of pretentious & fortuitous literature. And you watching from afar as I fall from the cliff of sanity drunken by mere words.

we have got no inherent value caving in the spaces of our bones-we are just here, smeared on bland canvasses, left to love, to wither, supposedly.

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they say it'll cleanse me and renew me, so well i'll forget who i am