Staring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.

War breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said here. STARTED: The second of January, 2018 COMPLETED: The sixteenth of November, 2018 HIGHEST: #2 in Poetry Cover by Youtumblrgeek

"menthols and peach vodka. that's what you tasted like when you first kissed me." musings about unrequited love and the things that come with it.

"our bodies may not be immortal but we are." [previously titled "immortals"] poetry #363

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

in which one lost boy thinks he's met his supernova but gets sucked into a toxic black hole instead. [boyxboy short story romance] ©neonblacck2018

(reading time: 5 mins) ❝ The chemicals consumed me. And then I fell in love with you, unexpectedly ❞ PPS: I wrote this when I was metaphorically high and drunk. Or maybe not so metaphorically after all.

Paper Stains; a collection of poem and prose. July 21 - #460** July 07 - #548 July 05 - #635

useless art ©2017 (yikes this is bad but it was from depressed 2017 me so, ignore it)

❝She was too busy to realize that he did see everything in her − too busy to realize that he still does.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017