story ideas

the blooming of madness- Coffeeshotstyles

they cursed him an alcoholic, ruined by the misery of losing the only woman he ever purely loved. they judged him, gave him the figure of a dancer no longer able to dance. they forgot his pain, remembered their closed-mindedness, carried it with them always, everywhere they went.

in the heart of a drunkard they saw nothing, absolutely nothing.

what a fucking shame.

A/N: a lot now are christopher poindexter because i love him a lot and i feel like his works need to be recognized. the words are the same but the format is different. he's a poet, you guys should really check him out on tumblr!