u n t i t l e d .

” In a circle full of cotton melodies and baked apple pies, I crave and hold a broken periphery of words like an augmentation of truth, a point of concave solitude. I rub my skin and pinch myself, to uncover words unsaid, undiscovered. ” I sit, beneath a bower of insecurities, to feel, a surge…

letters i wish i could have sent. #1

Er, hi. It’s been a while since you left (almost two years now) and honestly, nothing has been the same since then. Buddy still misses you and sprints to the front door everytime he hears the neighbours’ footsteps , you know? He sits there all day long wagging his tail and staring at door with…