i think it gives me my competitive edge, but it corrodes me
i think i enjoy the feeling of being broken a little too much
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Bits and Bobs
Words that come to me as they will.
why bother lying to your heart
you deserve nothing less than unflinching honesty from yourself
all the more reason to keep breathing freely
there will always be some who resent you simply for being
succulent lessons
you cannot rush the process of draining the excess only time and sunlight can lift what’s not needed and allow new growth to flourish
love, the original smoke-filled room
it’s like i can’t help but inhale whenever you want me to breathe out and i’ve choked on so much air i can’t swallow any more
real talk
forgive me for being blunt but your feelings mean nothing unaccompanied by action
writing is my sanctuary
this is where i go to have difficult conversations with myself
free at last
i am feeling lighter today now that/ i am rid of a ghost or two
kismet
and the feelings lifted magically one day, like a balloon rising towards eternity.
exorcism
it’s like i needed to see you again to finally get you out of my system
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