in the midst of writing my feelings I feel my soul separate from me and bleed onto the pages,
a sort of astral projection with words.
poetry is an escape
it is my therapist
my one way ticket to freedom
in the midst of writing my feelings I feel my soul separate from me and bleed onto the pages,
a sort of astral projection with words.
poetry is an escape
it is my therapist
my one way ticket to freedom