poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Life,A Melting Pot of the Extremities,Of that which Hurts Me; so much it Heals Me,Burns me to Cinders, to Black Ash,Sends me to the End, to where I’m the Most Alone,Isolated in Everywhere, Isolated in Everyone, Where I can’t even figure out if Life will Live again in my Mind,Where I can’t tell if I’ll […]