Coffee Won’t Cure Me – a writing
But I drink it anyways. The more time goes on, the more bitter I get; the complete opposite of what I strive. I see the
But I drink it anyways. The more time goes on, the more bitter I get; the complete opposite of what I strive. I see the
I want to drown in every word I’ve ever spoken and regurgitate anything that ever mattered. If I could retrace my steps, would I? To
AND IT’S ALL ON PURPOSE! Action. Real action; is all I crave. Why must I be like this? A poet? at best. An ARTIST of
There’s nothing more prevailing than the silence. Biting of the lips until they bleed dripping on unknown territory. It doesn’t matter what you tell me
How dare I show my face here; how dare I show my face anywhere. Digging myself into a hole I may never get out of—voluntarily.
as I sit in the middle of this space listening to songs in languages that aren’t my first. A show I watched yesterday told me
Lately, I’ve found myself coming back to the teachings I once knew that began it all. What does it mean? My worst habit is tying
There’s a reason we feel anew around the time of springtime. For many cultures, the new year begins at the time of the spring or
I wish you could tell me the answer to my questions. The truth is, I’m not really sure what is happening; nor where I am
Thank you. Thank you for being alive and thank you for reading this. Before I lose you for a sec, I’d like you to know