Just Human
I spend my free time searching for magic and stumbling on what calls itself love. My life is a tragedy belonging to who could be any teenager, but belonging to me instead. Sometimes, when I'm alone, I make up stories of myself and write poetry for trees. This is my life and my thoughts, sloppy, disorganized, overdramatic, and hopeful.One thing in life that needs to be appreciated more, when you make hot chocolate and forget about it until it gets cold. Drink it.
