I keep asking myself what is mine Is there anything at all that belongs to me If I am hollow, it must be my fault Sometimes I want to tear myself loose, untether, drift past the canopy and into the sky To be cruel To finally admit I am empty To be unloving To stop living Lo...

pain similar to how you can tell rain will be followed by lightning, creeping in during the afternoons like insomnia at night. chronic depression, & pain, & insomnia. all curable by magical marijuana— but i’m trying to be better. withdrawal symptoms acting as an enzyme in this ...

the realization of falling in love : falling out a window down 12 stories while trying to grasp the sill