❛ watching the needle thread through every pore she told me shading made everything more beautiful, but i don't see it at all i'm more deranged than before standing in paints as it pools on the ground colours of empathy blending with doubt witnessing everything melting around until i drowned ❜ i do know there are a lot of 'poetry' works on here and what not, but i've been wanting to create a book like this for 3 years now. these compositions aren't mine. i only repost them from various sites (which is nothing special or original, i get it). poetry makes me warm inside. enjoy, dudes!