Chaotically Small Poetry
Boxes check out
and then we
can move on.
breaking down bits of myself, dissolving like baking soda when it reacts to vinegar. I am weak. I am small. Taking in every insult and accepting it as truth. Drowing, and being washed away with cold w
As long as I can remember, I have always loved to sing. Never really know if I was good enough to make it. My dreams as a child were large, with flashing lights. Fans, being moved by my voice, having
It's easy to lose myself in my camera roll. Looking back at all of the things that I have accomplished. Growing into a stronger person, making moves to better myself. Seeing the screen shots of people