It begins to learn that the abyss was not an end, but a genesis. (for @lilimurato’s collab)
Took your pen and stabbed my heart, letting my ink bleed out onto your paper...
a poem about how I was left behind.. and then found again by my comma friends :)
This is a poem inspired by the lyrics of “The Dark” by Beth Crowley. Enjoy!
I sort of fell into a massive depression over the weekend and its still affecting me while I'm stuck in school. It's causing me a ton of stress that is making it incredibly difficult to focus on every...
Do you ever write something and think "I probably won't ever share this bc it's too personal." Then months/years later when you come back to it after growing & healing, the feelings/memories surroundi...
Home can be anywhere, anything, or anyone. What is home to you?
Am I in the right place? Is this where I should be heading? Am I asleep or I’ve always been awake. Was it all just excuses,then..
Hold hope for the day Where new fields bloom
It begins to learn that the abyss was not an end, but a genesis. (for @lilimurato’s collab)
Took your pen and stabbed my heart, letting my ink bleed out onto your paper...
a poem about how I was left behind.. and then found again by my comma friends :)
This is a poem inspired by the lyrics of “The Dark” by Beth Crowley. Enjoy!
I sort of fell into a massive depression over the weekend and its still affecting me while I'm stuck in school. It's causing me a ton of stress that is making it incredibly difficult to focus on every...
Do you ever write something and think "I probably won't ever share this bc it's too personal." Then months/years later when you come back to it after growing & healing, the feelings/memories surroundi...
Home can be anywhere, anything, or anyone. What is home to you?
Am I in the right place? Is this where I should be heading? Am I asleep or I’ve always been awake. Was it all just excuses,then..
Hold hope for the day Where new fields bloom