i adore the idea of escaping
on a sea of ever expanding fiction
and the way you describe graveyards
in the fifth stanza: (maybe) cries for help.

haunting
because it's (so) true.

and the ending is so strong. tangible. raw.
perfect.

I just love your poetry. The way you structure verses is amazing.
Good use of repetition in this one.

I'm a little bit aware
and very much afraid
that the repercussions of his actions
are the cause of my decay.

Hear me out, old friend.

I shake when any touch gets too close,
except for the Wind.


this is so amazing
these words make me feel
a little less lost