Aspiring journalist, short story writer, and poet.
All things life & love.
In my darkest hours of half sleep and no sleep, I love you. Like tired made coffee on a too early morning, I look down at my glass and I love you.
By Emmily Sorge6 years ago in Poets
My timeline was set, I lined up my tracks, I started my engine and never looked back. First stop was graduation, high school was hard, but I made it, and my next stop wasn't too far.
Today I gave up. I gave in to myself and decided I didn't want to be strong any more. I stopped telling myself to be strong,
I wish housing was free so there would be no more homeless. I wish jobs were more reasonable and available to the people who need them.