my words are my escape and my prison.
i pick up a pen and
plant my feet on whichever page i choose,
whenever i wish.
my hands create the fate of dozens, hundreds, thousands
and behind these bars,
i hide
so that i may never face the fact that
all my favourite memories
all my shining moments
all the things that touch my heart
are fabricated
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC
my words are my escape and my prison.
i pick up a pen and
plant my feet on whichever page i choose,
whenever i wish.
my hands create the fate of dozens, hundreds, thousands
and behind these bars,
i hide
so that i may never face the fact that
all my favourite memories
all my shining moments
all the things that touch my heart
are fabricated