1:28am, the 18th of June on a Thursday
// signs: i sometimes sit here and i sometimes simply wish. that i could sing, that i could draw that i could scramble our 26 letter alphabet a little bit better. i wish i had some sort of talent that was a bit more note worthy because the notoriety i hold in your eyes is the stuff you'd see in warning signs.
"stop" they whispered to you.
"wrong way, turn back" and you listened. //
YOU ARE READING
if i don't say this i'll explode // a book of poetry
Poetrya book of poetry // because if i don't say this i'll explode, there's too much white noise in my head that needs to be transferred to the blank spaces in the sky and the unfulfilled breaths of the air we breathe. 20 year old girl from Melbourn...
