A messed up journal of a messed up mind

i know⁣/ memories bite⁣/ goodbyes throb⁣/ love can't be held⁣ with hands that look like claws⁣/ i've heard about it all/ have gulped...

i. in a world that is upside down, you can walk on clouds and carry little parts of them in your pockets. they're just as you imagined...

"It often happens that we treat pain as if it were the only real thing, or atleast the most real thing; when it comes round, everything...

Of late, I haven’t been reading as much as I’d been wanting to, and it shows. I tend to lose it more often when I don’t. It, I say. But...