Do your thoughts ever decay out of repetition,Or maybe because of overthinking too much?Do they rot by sitting in one place of your brain for too long..
Things I am afraid of:Being unraveled,Opening a dimension within myself thatEven I am not aware of.Having slightly folded pages,to revisit after.Getti..
the fragility of my hollow eyesmy hard armormy heavy shouldermy silencei'm breathing my last breathwhile knowing thatyou'll never seethe silenceof my ..
i believei was slowly distortinginto figuresthat i was noti believei was disfiguring intoa popsicle, the sort of flavoronly you likei believei don't e..
I write in free verses, this poem was meant to console me from a situation where I didn't get any sort of closure and it made me realize that no closu..