htttpsinners

what an emotional roller-coaster week 

htttpsinners

There's sumn bout unwinding with a cigarette while jotting down words onto the paper. Feels like you're being hold with warmth and familiarity, but it's just never there. The smell of cigarettes lingers. A bit too long in my favour. Life is interestingly... peaceful. 
          
          
          
          I miss writing poems, whether its love or despair. Still trying to find that spark for me to compose again. 

htttpsinners

Writing poem again after 1year+ of not having a muse (still don't) and beat the 2nd thoracic surgery as well in a span of less than 2 years since the former surgery is wild.
          
          
          up and running w nicotine in veins is for the weak, I am weak. I need them marlboro white.