Letterbyletterdaybyday - Hello Poetry

Letterbyletterdaybyday

21/F/The Netherlands my own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery- always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring, and then burried in mud. and why? what's this passion for? - Virginia Woolf

mind worth sounds remember living time light life thoughts keep noise ground black surrounded stars find endless darkness place loving hidden rain eyes idea hate leave blanket day help key lights safe distance peace skin heart stopped orange butterflies hear comforting matches paper hard write people switch notice knew vague shower care feeling soul feel bow difference filled exhale making loved sat will flowers falling fairytale letting trapped breath hoping cloud magic feet takes air fuzzy speeding human door dream ruins honor oblivion uncertainty chance pattern movement whispering clings angels flicker talking rainbow stuck dead listening clears spot reflect fullest everytime colors sunshine delicately control pulls arms mouth popping eachother logic choose rays gates drown stress daily company vision sun heading heads scratching untitled wins path leading lost inhale crash guardian blurring count closing kisses deafening slow demanding reflected phone change aware organized capture refusing hurting turned paint wondered reaching