of voids and visions
destruction of the self Ⓒ shezal, 2018
I have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my notebook and see the difference it can make. It's not magical. It's not life...
We look up at the stars and find in them a constellation. This is a collection of letters written in the form of poetry. Inspired by the ups and downs of high school.