about the climate

every direction but right.

Always protecting you

Anxiety feels like

A seedling sprouts from the soil...

As I enter a crowded room full of flying sounds

It was nice to have you when I did

I’ve felt my heart do this thing before...

My finger glides upon a surface of addiction everyday I pick the petals off my flowers and lay them beside another person’s garden

I want to find you so badly

I wonder if it was my hands that lit you in the first place

A constant war That I wish desperately to end

You my mind, are something loud

Written a while ago..from "Z" to A.

Why won't they make sense?

yet to find

I took this time off to get away. To realize that, solitude isn't such a bad thing.