One of the reasons I haven’t posted a lot of my own work on here in so far is because I’m afraid of not being perfect… But, I suppose perfection is a myth. Or maybe I shouldn’t care. Either way; a look into my writing book. So… here I go.
10/17/12
Abstract
They’re fading off my skin
letters of desigre
falling like crackling
glass
spires
Holding me abreast
flashing in my eyes
death would be sweeter?
to do
is worse than
to die
Dreaming Worlds 