“My mind/a twist of clutter/ as i lie in bed imagining my life/ I watch the shadows on the ceiling./Memories sail across my eyes. / I need courage to see them. / I fight with myself/But then I close my eyes to the twilight/ And release myself to sleep.
The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal.
I'd rather be lucky than good. Good is just so overrated. Bad girls have the most fun.
A fool empties his head every time he opens his mouth”