I wasn't always heartless, apathetic. No, someone took everything I had and smashed it into pieces. Pieces of me I wasn't bothered to sweep back up. {old poems from long yesterdays}
[ Previously titled Soothing Thoughts of the Clamorous Mind. ] Here are the- Words dripping out of my mouth like ink Vanishing into the blues on the brink Of whispered promises That make our hearts scratch with callouses. Or in short and simple way you can say, here are some of my attempts at poetry. eternally epheme...
n. the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way moments in life that don't pass me by