I’m so jumpy
I can’t sit still
I dreamt last night
I swear I feel so Ill
All the things
Could have been
That are can’t be
All the wishes unseen
They can’t be real
And it breaks my soul
As long as you live
I’ll try to be whole
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The ramblings of a non-binary Latino.
A jubilant start is inevitable following a quiet end.
Writer, musician and author.
A glimpse into the mind of a half mad poet
