"I wish I wrote the way I thought;
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I'd write myself into nervous breakdowns, Manuscripts spiraling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And I'd write about you a lot more than
I should."
― Benedict Smith
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I'd write myself into nervous breakdowns, Manuscripts spiraling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And I'd write about you a lot more than
I should."
― Benedict Smith