I find ruins of myself in my own words.
When all this started it was just me. Writing to try getting emotions out.
A poem compilation that will make you rethink your actions! (Ongoing)
What they don't tell you about growing up.
The ocean, the sea, the deep blue. All three one which call out to you, that land-bound explorer.
Anger and rage and doubt in my mind. Am I good enough?
Night is a reoccurrence. It's a repeated consistency that we can rely on, but for many, the darkness that it wields is only a thing of terror. The darkness of night is not something to take lightly, f...
When all this started it was just me. Writing to try getting emotions out.
A poem compilation that will make you rethink your actions! (Ongoing)
What they don't tell you about growing up.
The ocean, the sea, the deep blue. All three one which call out to you, that land-bound explorer.
Anger and rage and doubt in my mind. Am I good enough?
Night is a reoccurrence. It's a repeated consistency that we can rely on, but for many, the darkness that it wields is only a thing of terror. The darkness of night is not something to take lightly, f...