Aug 4
i didn’t want to,
but i wrote anyway.
cracked open
like a shell,
flooding with memory.
some words
arrive as if they’ve waited
their whole lives
to be read.
but i wrote anyway.
cracked open
like a shell,
flooding with memory.
some words
arrive as if they’ve waited
their whole lives
to be read.
this one is about that hemingway quote lingering in my head sometimes.
August, 2025
August, 2025
