sadness (n):
and I’m shattered
some millions of tiny little pieces
falling
to the floor
they pour out of my eyes
stick in my throat
who knows what is what anymore
journal forty-eight.
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Raw and unadulterated — this is how I typically feel things. And when I feel these things I think I feel, I write. My little pieces of comprehension have taken the form of words jumbled together on your screen. A masterpiece? Probably not, but welcome to glimpses of this incredible life I get to experience. I do hope you’ll stick around. View more posts
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