“but i must admit i miss you quite terribly. the world is too quiet without you nearby. i go to bed early and rise late and feel as if i have hardly slept at all.”

❝You existed. You existed now as a fractal.❞

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.