some scandalous emotions have been stirring in my head and its not like i can share it w anyone!! im slowly writing again and im debating on sharing it on here cus i don't think they're that good :0
the clock strikes ten and my thoughts drift to the city I hold nearest and dearest to my heart, which naturally can only be followed up with terribly structured, not proof-read poetry! I think it’s good to embrace your art at its most mediocre, only then will you be able to achieve true greatness.
