go through moods where i stop everything and just can't stop writing until i scrape all my thoughts out of my brain. the good the bad and the ugly. and then i don't write for 3 weeks, or so, and then i do. way too much. fingers flying. thoughts blazing. heart hammering.
until my eyelids droop, and i inevitably fall asleep, with my contacts, still in, and tear stains on my cheeks, thoughts of the same people, clouding my conscious.
6/13/18
2:29 am
YOU ARE READING
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 - (𝟎𝟎𝟏)
Poetry"𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭." a poetry book of sorts. full of emotions and 3 am thoughts. a glimpse at my heart if you will. have a look if you'dlike. *lowercase intended
