why am i not special enough to feel loved?
A kind of dark metaphorical poem about sleep paralysis | My hands find my bed of flowers. ⚘
The man was driving late at night. He was both drunk and high.
A conversation between two people in the hospital.
When nothing is there, what do you hold onto when the ship begins to rock?
You have crippled the hand of a writer and for that you will be written about
In the dark just beyond the bedposts Lay creatures of disfigured features
A kind of dark metaphorical poem about sleep paralysis | My hands find my bed of flowers. ⚘
The man was driving late at night. He was both drunk and high.
A conversation between two people in the hospital.
When nothing is there, what do you hold onto when the ship begins to rock?
You have crippled the hand of a writer and for that you will be written about
In the dark just beyond the bedposts Lay creatures of disfigured features