hold high ceilings with firm hand holds, like the knots we weave through handheld water; giving too much of yourself is the fastest way to lose your perfect,
By Samson Matthews5 years ago in Poets
remnants of an old life. Being friends with the early morning is almost always not a choice. for me at least It was unremarkable, a release, another boy, another boy who thought I was a boy.
inspired by color, I told myself not to write about transness this time. accumulating manufactured worlds, names given without permission,
