sometimes the world is so much I don’t even know what to write about it.

but I still come one here

every so often to

tell the void about my paltry thoughts.

Almost just to get the illusion of talking to someone

because apparently

if I’m not talking to you it feels like it doesn’t count.

I have grown out of my last skin and I am desperately trying to fit into this one

but it is wrinkled 

and Im still trying to iron it out without burning myself. 


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