EPITAPHS
my mind is too messy, my heart is too full. i need a place for my scrambled thoughts to make sense of this world, our experiences, my future. a collection of scribbled poetry and hurried prose on the human condition.
kisses, isla
TIMELINE
[ march 21, 2021 ] – ongoing
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epitaphs
Poetrywords immortalized by time. / a collection of scars and societal critiques. prose from the soul.
