journal fragments #5

I exist without my permission & at the same time I don't exist at all. I have so many selves & that doesn't make me big, I beg to differ: I'm small, I'm small, so small & ineffective. I have the intensity of a hazy sky but I'm nothing but a blur. I'm pure fog. I might not even be that real.

(old) journal fragments #4

Journal Fragments #3

I wanted to kiss the softest spot of his neck, the one who is deeply connected to the darkest part of his being and make him feel like poetry. [...] I lurk in the unfathomable depths of the abyss and he makes me feel like the eeriest poesy.

Journal fragments #1

I feel like today is one of those days that every single thing I do feels either wrong or useless. Everything, even the tiniest ones are upsetting me; I feel agony growing stronger & stronger & placing its hands around my throat, pressing it hard, making it hard to breath.. I am scared...