Thing I realized/learnt in April: writing is still difficult and i don't really know what to do about it i want to give myself everything i want but i am scared that uncontrollable things will ruin it for me i want to get away for a short break i am tired. i don't like to make decisions. i don't find anyone interesting to talk to on consecutive days. i don't want to talk to anyone. i want to scream. i miss the ocean and beach. i miss the mountains. i miss the version of me wh

I wish it didn't have to always come down to, Being busy to keep your mind from overthinking, Because as much as I like not being...

If I wasn't tired. tested and exhausted yet, Then I surely am now, With all the running around, New problems, While tackling the old...

This poem is my alibi, Of today, That I was here, Exisiting if not living, Breathing if not alive, Moving if not stuck, Of this version...