there is a moment that is frozen in your mind forever // of spinning around as your heart falls into your stomach // of opening your eyes as the flood gates burst // of holding yourself in and holding your head up until the first note plays
an hour and three minutes and the word count’s stuck at nought wracked my brains and wrung ’em out but couldn’t find a thought dove into the…… Read more “Soonish”
There is just something so unfathomably wonderful about belonging to space…
A haphazard poem of varying rhythms and questionable rhymes. What a perfect metaphor for twenty-eighteen.