45/F/Michigan
Writing is a reminder that I'm still alive. A hippie with a gypsies touch. Hollow, trying to embrace the earths saliva. Ask me anything I'm …
You know where to find me
I write poems from my bleeding fingers, my life sung by a man who plays the guitar. Living amongst the constellations,shining brightly in the Universe.
24/M/South africa
The words on a page just take the worries away. Straighten up my mind. Showing me what I couldn't understand before. Feelings buried deep inside. …