a collection of what he's left me
- naively assume the narrative is doomed. when i hold the pen, it's throttling you
- oh i wish id be the one whos hurt indignantly but i can see the only one whos hurt someone is me
- i just need to find someone to tell me im just tired
- i recall staring at the sea for the first time. my eyes wandered, took the sights from the both sides. they longed to be free, but all I codld see was horizon, that claustrophobic horizon