poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
Do not be fooled. I am falling apart at the seams. All while I am sewing myself back together using every tattered piece. I am not who you knew. I am not what you know. I am dead. I am gone. I am reborn into new skin. But it still doesn't feel like home. I… Continue reading do you have a different sewing kit?
Shouldn't I fear my demons' presence whenever I sense them in my room? "Hello, old friend," I say as I waltz towards the doom. Those words... how they flow so effortlessly out of my mouth, so smooth, like I just knew, like I have no doubt that their bodies will move every which way that… Continue reading hello, demons, i have missed u
Unraveling my soul 