the ugly writers

Selfish Love

The fact that I never cared scared me the most, The reality of my fears started with an I want you. What must you mean? I’m 6 ft above ground I should feel something right? My hands feel like I got hit by something that wasn’t true. I’m here, half Read more…

the ugly writers

The Jumpers

The Jumpers I can either keep quietly screaming through life, or accept that this life is not right for me. It’s the choice I must make. To either struggle with the pandemonium or take some time to look at the sky before silence. It’s like the falling man. * The Read more…