10:18pm, the 26th of June on a Friday
// begin: i can't begin to begin again, to simply leave and hope for new friends. it's not how it works, at least not for me, my mind is so anxious and it's as if the birds in the sky look down at me with pity //
// my mind: i snap my head in various destinations, my mind ticking in a temperament so rapid that it would cause a current to become jealous. funnily enough my mind is ticking so ferociously because i'm wondering what you're doing and who you're doing it with, because i'm jealous. //
// idk: i don't know, i don't understand. how can you scold someone and judge them for the dirt that accompanies them for the work they do to provide for their family when you pay someone to wash the blood off of your own hands? //
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...
