An introduction to distortion.
An Angel. #NaPoWriMo DAY 2
She is an angel, for sale.
The First Time. #NaPoWriMo DAY 1
The first time I felt a first time.
A Dream.
I have never had a pet before. Now I dream to have a kitten.
Far Into.
I am two people in one body. Then who am I?
I Miss.
The absence was bearable, the missing was not.
I Randomly Spout Things I Do Not Understand.
I can’t put a finger on it, but sometimes, things happen and life just goes on. Nothing comes to a stillness other than death.
Block.
These emotions bring in blocks and I cannot write anymore.
Paranoia
I question myself again and again- is this real?
That One Time I Fell in Love With Mere Words on the Screen
My first love were mere words on a screen. I wish he knew how sad my phone was when I deleted his love.
Somedays, I like being sad.
I am sad. And I think it is okay. Sadness is okay.