Black.

Hey… oooh… Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once did. All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and

Sadness.

Today, someone else told me that I just try to hurt myself with what my loved ones have to say about me and to me. It makes me sad to see that people don’t understand their worth. Its sad that