feel nothing.

don’t worry, they say,people have it worse than you, they say,why are you crying? it doesn’t even look like it hurts that much, they say,be grateful for who you are, they say. my shards of feelingsburied beneath a gray maskof only great joy unmoved mannequin,my lips stretched – forever smile – i suffer nothing. deadContinue reading “feel nothing.”

thoughts: now and after

i won’t understand my words,written today,ten years from now the differencebetween barely grown and maturedis the thought-process. and once my thoughtssort themselves out,i will look back on these wordsand either laugh or cry. or i won’t even remember them. i don’t know which one is worse.

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