i write poetry from the cigarettes breathed in through these fragile lungs and from the bittersweet tastes of an occassional glass of whiskey. it somehow feels cathartic, as if i'm giving birth to a certain emotion bubbling up inside me, give it life by nurturing and developing it, and writing it in ink and paper to immortalise it. i reckon i'm a little bit over my head, because somehow, i am.

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Stories by nate k.
Breaths by punctuations
Breaths Poetry
❝ everything inside of me is living in your heartbeat. ❞ © nate k. 2015
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❝ Hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages. ❞ © nate k. 2014
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