After spending countless nights trying to gift wrap my finite vocabulary into a fancy email, cherry picked words carefully strung into lines, that keep disappearing and reappearing on my computer screen like the ocean spume – fleeting and pointless, I wonder what it would be like if the obliviously wondering pointer finds its way to the send button before the discard button can find it.
I feel seen. attacked. and 278 other emotions I think
Hahaha I’m glad you enjoyed
angel girl
Dear stranger
After spending countless nights trying to gift wrap my finite vocabulary into a fancy email, cherry picked words carefully strung into lines, that keep disappearing and reappearing on my computer screen like the ocean spume – fleeting and pointless, I wonder what it would be like if the obliviously wondering pointer finds its way to the send button before the discard button can find it.
Always love your writing. This is incredible
Thanks a lot