Posted in life, Poems, thoughts


Nobody has to know

that I am tragically wise

in that, I have fooled myself

into thinking I knew who you were.


I am nothing

more than

everything I’ve lied to myself about


my brittle skull, my casing of a cranium

that encloses only uncertainty,

has detached itself from the infinity of being.

I am divided

into a world of eternal division,

that is,

I am,

you squared,

for I no longer know

the logic of life,

the peculiar pulse of existential reasoning:



I am still floating



-Eva M.M.

Thank you as always for reading and sharing your thoughts with me in the comments below.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”



I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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