drafts

some days i look back on my drafts,twenty-six of them messily piled,all untitled,contents swirling around me in nostalgic confusionbefore settling down in the middle of a stormteenage angst bleeding through the pagesof half-written manuscripts and abandoned poems,saved until a later datebut never finished i was looking at my drafts today. oof, i remember exactly whatContinue reading “drafts”

Stories: Made to Inspire, Not To Live In

I wear a cloak of stories that swishes with every step. My body is adorned with the scars and hearts of all the characters I have read. I have lived a long time in story-world. There was a time where I believed that in life I would get nowhere. So I turned to reading, whereContinue reading “Stories: Made to Inspire, Not To Live In”

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