Poetry

It's been two months since he died; It's been two months since I last truly smiled. I see his face in the clouds when I look up, I see his favourite constellations spelling

I've been holding back from writing for the blog, I have other works that would be great for people to read, but thats for when I do publish. Which I hope one day will be read by alot of people especially those who have seen my start on this page. It's just not yet. Continue to read my thoughts

Someone is sleeping, sleeping inside me- Who is less than what I am supposed to be.

“I’m proud of you” is not something I hear often, but I heard it at least 14 times today. Ecstatic is not an emotion I feel often, but after 4:27 this

I'm in a world not my own, But I'm surrounded by memories and faces I'm familiar with. I feel my body, but it's following an already decided path. I'm aware while fooled by