i realized a couple of days ago how i had removed all the poems from here and it felt so wrong. so empty. bare. as if a part of my life was erased with bleach and ethanol, obscenely.
and now although i am trying to put some of them back up, i am realizing how much it takes to bare oneself just like that. in mere misconstrued words. reminds me of wilde. reminds of so many people i had forgotten ever existed. hurts. i had missed myself.