i make things out of nothings and serve you, one slap makes a story, one gram of crocin makes a poem and one day of nasty hair makes a joke. i am next to a machine. i put out stuff, hoping it is not a saturated sunset or an overused star or a waterless ocean. i am afraid of admitting things. i hope you don't wring my wrists with maroon scars but i also __. no. i am just afraid. 5 January, I guess. "People like us, we play with a heavy balloon, keep it up to keep the devil at bay but it falls way too soon." ~Heavy Balloon, Fiona Apple. #abuse #trauma #afraid #fear #violence #anger #balloon#nixteen
