Nostalgia iii


Compressing the child
Because shes been gone awhile/
passive aggression
crowned in my right vein/
But don’t stress nostalgia.
Psychosis, and roses
Padded walls in the left brain.
My mind too numb
Or too dumb
So fuck it/
Place my lungs in the sun
when I run
its a blessing
Waiting in purgatory
I’m way too drunk
Escorted by authority
I’m way too numb
— Cam Ie


This blog is about writing (poetry in particular) and random thoughts in a nutshell

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