I wrote this when I woke up in the middle of the night and I found it this morning. I have no memory of why I wrote it or who it was for, I only know it was written at 4:13 am, and it was written with such haste that many words had to be rewritten.
imagine if people screamed instead of snored
*puts metaphor between teeth* it’s a cigarette
I am just so happy to be alive. Not that it’s perfect. Not that it’s all good. Just that it’s real. It’s raw. It’s beautifully broken, and I am just so glad I didn’t give up. I’m so happy I get to be here for all of it.