has always been there- under that red pine
ππ‘ππ³ππ₯ ππ¨π¦π©π¨π¬ππ π’π§ π‘ππ§πππππ¬π²π₯π₯πππ₯ππ¬; π’π§π¬π©π’π«ππ ππ² ππ‘π βπππππ₯ π¨π ππ‘π πππ§ππ¬β π°π«π’ππππ§ ππ² ππ₯π°π²π§ πππ¦π’π₯ππ¨π§.
βπΈ ππππ ποΏ½...
I think this about your lies catching up to you, but idk lol. Interpret it how you will
#3 in my Phobia Series.
A very short piece on 'chronophobia', inspired by recent events such as the Sudanese massacre with a message at the end. (#BlueForSudan.) Thank you for reading. <3
I remember when the world fell between my fingertips like powder, pale grains so isolated that they clung to the sharp creases of my palms like a lifeline, holding, holding on tight as I watched destr...
Kolmanskop is a ghost town in Namibia.
Just a short love poem. The end is not twisted but still there's a li'l surprise.β€
A journey we can't imagine... SAVE THE OCEANS.
βSometimes, summer feels like a dream: it seems as if it were there, but then drifts away when you least expect it to.β
My first attempt EVER at composing haiku! This is my entry for @juliapimpitchaβs...
Oceans of billowing clouds cling to my skin shading me from consciousness, motion is blurred underneath the rippling blanket,
Life can't be inverted like an hourglass. Once lost is forever lost.
ππ‘ππ³ππ₯ ππ¨π¦π©π¨π¬ππ π’π§ π‘ππ§πππππ¬π²π₯π₯πππ₯ππ¬; π’π§π¬π©π’π«ππ ππ² ππ‘π βπππππ₯ π¨π ππ‘π πππ§ππ¬β π°π«π’ππππ§ ππ² ππ₯π°π²π§ πππ¦π’π₯ππ¨π§.
βπΈ ππππ ποΏ½...
I think this about your lies catching up to you, but idk lol. Interpret it how you will
#3 in my Phobia Series.
A very short piece on 'chronophobia', inspired by recent events such as the Sudanese massacre with a message at the end. (#BlueForSudan.) Thank you for reading. <3
I remember when the world fell between my fingertips like powder, pale grains so isolated that they clung to the sharp creases of my palms like a lifeline, holding, holding on tight as I watched destr...
Kolmanskop is a ghost town in Namibia.
Just a short love poem. The end is not twisted but still there's a li'l surprise.β€
A journey we can't imagine... SAVE THE OCEANS.
βSometimes, summer feels like a dream: it seems as if it were there, but then drifts away when you least expect it to.β
My first attempt EVER at composing haiku! This is my entry for @juliapimpitchaβs...
Oceans of billowing clouds cling to my skin shading me from consciousness, motion is blurred underneath the rippling blanket,
Life can't be inverted like an hourglass. Once lost is forever lost.