The blank screen stares at me, beckoning me to write. I wonder if it has anything for me to hold onto, I wonder if I can look at it Without the temptation of a different kind of hunger. How does my life become what I’d rather it be, By urge of my will, without my […]
Growing up sometimes feels like a choker You know, that necklace that claws at your throat Truth is, from a distance, it appears very beautiful And perfect. But just like the wearer alone knows where the shoe pinches I alone know how it feels. Some days, it’s good. And cool. And free. You know, […]
