my life is littered with feelings poems thoughts and heartache. my phone notes my twitter drafts little scraps of paper i've yet to throw away. i write them all down, these thoughts in my head. i can't keep them there or they'll eat me alive. sometimes i share them. in a post i regret or a text to a friend. it feels good to get them out in one way or another. but still they remain. in the corners of my consciousness and scattered among my belongings.
{C.G}










