-what it feels like to write
like spring severing from the womb of winter
-W.E. | introverts who write
Speaking for myself of course.
I don’t know the method to your madness,
but for me, there is always this sever, a departure, a farewell and goodbye.
Piece by piece, I die away, and yet, there it is, more life, the next day.
So there you have it, a look inside.
Now I can go back to hide.