it has become harder to breathe on this continent that is not my own, when I try to speak, all that comes out is the sweet perfume of small white stars jasmine vines encapsulate my lungs— it is not my space to grow here
// the unapologetic poetic type
it has become harder to breathe on this continent that is not my own, when I try to speak, all that comes out is the sweet perfume of small white stars jasmine vines encapsulate my lungs— it is not my space to grow here