Feb 2017
there are some days
when the absence of stars
turns the horizon into
a beautiful void
there are some days
when my ears deafen
not from brilliant supernovas
but the beating of my heart.
when the absence of stars
turns the horizon into
a beautiful void
there are some days
when my ears deafen
not from brilliant supernovas
but the beating of my heart.
just a footnote,
i don't want to write about love. don't get me wrong, i love writing about it, i just don't 'want' to, maybe some time to time but i realized i've been making metaphors, rhymes, and alike for the sake of writing about it. there are other things i'm interested in but i guess i'm just scared for the transition? i don't really know. i try to please my readers, i forget to please myself.
i don't want to write about love. don't get me wrong, i love writing about it, i just don't 'want' to, maybe some time to time but i realized i've been making metaphors, rhymes, and alike for the sake of writing about it. there are other things i'm interested in but i guess i'm just scared for the transition? i don't really know. i try to please my readers, i forget to please myself.
