Poems from Emma.Gallagher
You're breathing
Your heart is beating
You've been eating
So does this mean you're living
Or just existing?
Well just because these words...
The cheese that oozes out as the grease sizzles and the bread turns golden is what brings joy to the foodie.
The small brush strokes that...
Permeations
Who am I without a filter?I filter my speech.
my photos.
my movements.
my clothes.
So Who am I without a filter?
Am I a...