Lost Note

SOMEDAY I'LL HAVE A PUG AND IT LOOKS LIKE THIS CUTIEPATOOTIE!!

A picture demonstrating how smoke is made of particles suspended in air. 📷: Grover Schrayer

₁/₂₈/₂₁ Roses are red, Violets are blue. You thought this is a poem? Well, I ain't have a clue. This is too mainstream, yeah? What should I even write? My anxiety? My social fright? Do I write about flowers? And how I am deathly allergic to them? How bout skyscrapers, or towers? I always get to jump out of those from a dream. Why are you still reading? Ohohow, So you're interested of one's weakness? Did you have any idea where this is leading? A bloody suicide letter and a damn slick messShush. Do not tell anyone of what you have known Or else I'll take you with me, devour with your bones.

Have you ever had this feeling where you wanted to say it but you can't find a perfect word for what you wanted to say to someone or to anyone? I really don't know how to start and I don't know where to start. it was pretty difficult to explain especially when it comes to speaking for yourself. I sometimes just pray and ask God to guide me. Please bare with me. This is my first note. Smile!

credits to the owner of the photo.