Poems from Jordi FN
It hollows me to feel my emptiness be dissolved and swallowed by something more. It scares me to think that an abyss lies asleep in the...
I am exhausted.
My colors have faded from the overpowering, “golden” rays of knowledge in which I should be grateful for.
But I am not...
I used to be a spitfire red
Rained out by the oblivious, blank creativity in my peers idea of normal, softened into mints and baby blues...