Drowning Dusk

"I exist in its one scribble, It was my whole journal"-Drowning Dusk
Dreamer falls in love, seething and set up on fire. Meets a realist, falls head over heels in love-
And waits.
Waits, like a dog.

I used to write smut and angst, now i write in grief. What happened to me? That i dont know either, i am trying to uncover, this secret kept from me by my own conscious, dear reader.
I plan to get my work published soon, and promote it on here. First i need to find readers.
Follow on your own interest, this is a dying poet's grave with philosophy in its bones.