Everyone is lonely, lonely for attention, lonely for recognition, hungry for praise, wanting to be seen as the better one, the better off, wanting to be envied, everyone's wearing a mask to hide the fucked

Love is not red But jet-black Like the inside of a moaning cello; Dark but warm, Secluded and safe, Secure but trembling on Two everlasting notes Sliding through an endless thrill. Love is not red but

my mind is bleeding thoughts that slowly flood the bed and the room and i float like marshmallow on coffee melting drifting dying but wide awake by Pastilan I wrote this poem in my head while I was having