my middle name is kind of like my little secret. many people don’t even know it exists and usually back off when i refuse to let it be known.

an astronaut drifts, tetherless, through the void of space / consumed by a sickening hunger for starlight & the touch of your hands.

the blue behind your eye is the kind of sadness where with one glance, i can see past your eyes just like watching the white clouds idly pass by...

Yesterday when my dad grabbed me by My body and handed me to my mom, they threw me Out onto the sidewalk to give their energy to Precious orchids that laid around their house.

on a night like this // i can’t sleep // the street light seeps through the blinds // sending the bending lines on my walls