letter to myself:
are you still what i want you to be?
sift through names like dirt for gold.
shift through gods like a true sinner.
there’s nothing left for us to believe in.
letter to myself:
are you everything i ever dreamed of?
thought process of a child in pain.
everything an attack.
no trust. no trust. all love and fear.
letter to myself:
are you dead yet? why not?
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC
letter to myself:
are you still what i want you to be?
sift through names like dirt for gold.
shift through gods like a true sinner.
there’s nothing left for us to believe in.
letter to myself:
are you everything i ever dreamed of?
thought process of a child in pain.
everything an attack.
no trust. no trust. all love and fear.
letter to myself:
are you dead yet? why not?
writing letters to yourself is no longer vanity
