The year I fear, the month still tears me the week is my weakness these days I'm listless and every hour I'm being devoured by every minute and second of hundredth sadness.
**** this year's been really experimental. I feel that the more I try out new things with my writing the more I find myself. And I don't see myself as some lyrical genius breaking past norms, far from it, I can't even call myself a decent poet. I can't say what resonates within people's hearts, but I can say this: I write down everything that comes to my mind in ways I find interesting. I also appreciate the fact that there are people who actually take their time to read this. So thanks.