I dreamed about you again last night, bittersweet on the tongue like a piece of dark chocolate and a lukewarm cup of coffee.

    death can be so unexpected, i really wonder when it will come for me. some people outrun it their whole lives unintentionally and just suffer and suffer. when will it come for me?

what i would give to have one last good day together again.

 hello little moth

    The years 2018, I walk home from my shift at the college Starbucks with a lit cigarette hanging from between my stained fingers. The crisp winter air slices my cheeks up like daggers as I take syncopated drags off that sweet smokey marlboro.

 i think my ex killed herself and i dont know how to process it

 if i'd have any last words it'd be "it wasn't intentional but i'm happy anyways"