WRITE

but perhaps, writing is just another way of killing myself. each poems— an elegy for everything in me that has already died, a graveyard of my forgotten dreams, a remnant of what could've been called life but isn't, and a memento for the yesterday's version of myself i could no longer recognize. i have written poems with words sharp enough to cut me, drain my blood, and water the ground— where poppies bloom in eternity. in writing, everyday is my funeral. — pen