Its ironic that you made me insane in my moments of sanity… And yet kept me sane in my moments of insanity. its ironic that this gust of fresh air fills my lungs allowing me to dive to the deepest of oceans without once fearing to lose my breath while you gasp for it. I only think its ironic because its you and not me.
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I, am a writer for those who walk past, breathe the air I do. I observe, feel and acknowledge without moving the world in an attempt to allow it to preserve itself and appreciate itself... I reckon people should be allowed to scrape their knees every once in a while and though I might or might not be there to pick them up I will be there to tell their stories... I live through my pen, through poetry, music and sometimes just random words that land in my head... View all posts by kitsowisdom