I think I think too much
I've kind of had it with myself
It's why I'm always searching for distraction
all the time, constantly
When I stop, I think
When I think I start to write things out
But what use are the words I find
when I can't show them to anyone
I can't say it aloud
It becomes like screaming
at the top of your lungs
In a room full of the deaf and blind
YOU ARE READING
With Love: A Collection of Works
PoetryA Collection of different writing medias I've experimented with, from prose, poetry and song lyrics to (very) Short Stories & 'Articles.' Some of these will be new pieces for this book, others I may have written a few years ago and just never had a...
