dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

a cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

when you still have this tiny, tiny bit of hope inside of you that they will learn how to love you again, even if there's this bigger part that knows: they never will. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #19 in poetry 」

an abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16