• sangre_sagrada 45w

    It’s no longer a surprise the way you marry yourself to contradiction. Ballroom dance turns into grey rooms you do not fit in. Kissing dagger lips. Words mangled. Red thread tangled. Life was made to conquer but every day kicks your ass. Writing poetry about your disappointments. Close your eyes. Rinse. Repeat. If you’re going to suffer at least make a profit.

    Write the book.