Author Information
she said
Folder:
a small amount of potential and this mind is a whirlwind,
she said,
and these eyes are broken mirrors.
there are thousands of voices singing sadness in repetition
until dawn breaks and the harsh sun pours light in my face.
then, it all spirals down.
it's hard to smile.
you feel tears in the back of your throat.
and there are some
who are so fixed on utterly unimportant details
that they seem to think this world is better than
love.
can you hear me?
the least you could do is try.
