His voice
commands
the room.
All eyes
were on
him.
I am that
room.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
perhaps,
when you're gone,
i'll paint my fingernails
blue,
and when you come
back and ask why
i'll say my hands
were missing
you
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
living with depression
is like living as a landlocked
pebble waiting for a sea
that might never come
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC