We're a collection of dust playing with the windCarried away at the momentBlown away relentlesslyOblivious of the rain that is about to come,The rain ..
Photo not mineMy body's filled with scars, fresh bruises, and cuts.The cuts were so beautiful, each tells a different story:One of pain, another of ca..
Here I am once againLying in this familiar roomGetting used to the faint smell of socks and dried tearsReminding me who I was for the past three years..