When you start hating your work.

My love will never love me more than a peanut butter though my love stuns more than a star glitter.

How it feels to hide your feelings after you have finally brought it out?

A poem of losing… Most of us feel it.
If only you could buy the needs and wants of the ambition.
If only you can build a compound of your own and have your love of battalion.

An anecdote about a made up doorknob.