not a poem :)
Dedicated to the woman
who are woman and to
the human who supported
her being a woman .
~@Aamii
First installment of the new "a whole lot of drama" texting story!!
A Collab with @ss_themystic. Dear younger self, I'm sorry for denying you opportunities because I chose fear over your happiness. I promise to do better from now
Outside it's gray. The years pass and I go insane. When shall you return?
What's the deal with the twisted orange in the sky, turning pink, then purple, then blue,
before rushing into the night?
"i still remember the butterflies that filled my stomach when we first kissed..."
This is bursting with things I do not yet understand nor can explain. The ashes scatter and the sun is born anew.
I always write from the perspective of people I love and even myself. This is for anyone who's lost so much of themselves trying to save someone who was just beyond saving.
A diary's second entry written by an 11 year old girl- Ella Collins.
Dedicated to the woman
who are woman and to
the human who supported
her being a woman .
~@Aamii
First installment of the new "a whole lot of drama" texting story!!
A Collab with @ss_themystic. Dear younger self, I'm sorry for denying you opportunities because I chose fear over your happiness. I promise to do better from now
Outside it's gray. The years pass and I go insane. When shall you return?
What's the deal with the twisted orange in the sky, turning pink, then purple, then blue,
before rushing into the night?
"i still remember the butterflies that filled my stomach when we first kissed..."
This is bursting with things I do not yet understand nor can explain. The ashes scatter and the sun is born anew.
I always write from the perspective of people I love and even myself. This is for anyone who's lost so much of themselves trying to save someone who was just beyond saving.
A diary's second entry written by an 11 year old girl- Ella Collins.