MONDAY

Did you even consider what Monday would feel before proclaiming how much you hate it? Did you ask yourself what Monday did to you for you to have the guts to detest it? Did you even consider to contemplate if Monday would like to be Monday? Or if Monday is really the Monday you see …

A (HOPELESS) ROMANTIC NIGHT

those eyes are burning sparklers stealing the night from the stars those sighs are concealed whispers— enticing my being, implying I was made for loving you are the fairy lights on vines ascending these high somber walls of mine proclaiming gentleness and serenity, breaking the wall is unnecessary— for we are over it now each …