episodes
inside my mind. undiagnosed.
A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014
“i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings.”