Poems from baileyrsobo

leaving (here) is hard.
Leaving feels like choking on your favorite food. You think the end game will be worth it, but getting there is painful, and hard, and...
leaving (here) is hard.
Leaving feels like choking on your favorite food. You think the end game will be worth it, but getting there is painful, and hard, and...
my favorite flight risk
Icarus,   You are the boy who longed to bathe in sunlight and dry off in the cumulus clouds. You are the boy who missed every warning sign...
A Paradiso in Interaneis Meus
Everything I am is tied to my stomach. I feel everything so intensely; sometimes, I feel the wind get knocked out of me. I am convinced...