It's a weird time and I've got weird rules with me. I can't just do all those which all does, or shows they does. It feels out of the zone at times but I'm saying that it should be always okay. Cause, you'll see everything falling into place once they does.

I don't know and that's okay.

It's a series of me describing how I wrote letters, to impossible friendships, to potential homes, to lovers, to past traumas, and drenched my heart out a lot of times.. but never received one back: and maybe that's okay. I want to write and speak about people, speak about them raw but there are people who'd done so wrong to me, that it seems like I shouldn't give them a chance to be alive in any of my art, "but darlin' you made a poet cry, you made an artist bleed, so expect yourself to be shown, striped naked by her eyes. "

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I don't know and that's okay.

I don't know and that's okay.