A stream of consciousness. Do your passions ever fade or are they just waiting to flourish again?
Words can save a girl. I know because they saved me.
An exercise in free writing. No agenda, just the idea of a storm passing over a prison yard.
Ever felt under pressure? I was inspired to flow with a new style of expression.
My words crumbled like ancient ruins. Centuries of wisdom and accounts of life and love,
Just some free writing poetry I wrote a long time ago.
i thought i had fucked up again telling you to up and leave when i had wanted you to stay. i didn't though.
Just a random write up I did. Didn't mean to be perfect, just wanted to put this out into the world.
A stream of consciousness. Do your passions ever fade or are they just waiting to flourish again?
Words can save a girl. I know because they saved me.
An exercise in free writing. No agenda, just the idea of a storm passing over a prison yard.
Ever felt under pressure? I was inspired to flow with a new style of expression.
My words crumbled like ancient ruins. Centuries of wisdom and accounts of life and love,
Just some free writing poetry I wrote a long time ago.
i thought i had fucked up again telling you to up and leave when i had wanted you to stay. i didn't though.
Just a random write up I did. Didn't mean to be perfect, just wanted to put this out into the world.