I write when
I’m sad,
or angry,
or anxious,
or alone.
I hope I find someone
that makes me feel
like not writing.
You may also like
Comfy sheets and blankets galore underneath the window sill, I cannot await you furthermore I just left you and still – I […]
You think you are a gift. The sun. The moon. The tides. All rise for you. You forget. We will all rise, […]
To the stranger sitting by the window With a glass of whiskey on the table. Eyes staring out into limbo A black […]
