glum woven gossamers laced my bones marrow-ing my wan soul. reality limped reverie dancing me and i am never to gather wools in picturesque hues again. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤforlorn ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

A collection of poems, journals, and short stories

words etched onto the metal railings of the creaking ferris wheel

I've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first waved at you and the love for the same artist started our very first conversation, but even i haven't discovered the colors of my existence yet, so why do you claim that you have? you think you've already uncovered the secrets and seen the scars and the marks and reached the origin of every preserved artifact in the treasures that i've kept hidden over the years but there's so much more that you would never even hear of. i've chosen to show you everything as a part of a happy story but will you ever know this? which words were rewritten and omitted out and which words are the part of the organic script which fits perfectly into the timeline. have you figured out yet who's the real director of my story? there's so much more to me than you think there is. poetry and prose and everything in between. 26.10.2021 - 01.06.2022

they say it'll cleanse me and renew me, so well i'll forget who i am

HOW CAN A HOLLOW CHEST FEEL SO HEAVY poetry, rambles, rantings, letters, etc. enjoy!! but read at your own risk* *massive tw for basically anything mental-illness related, including depression, anxiety, self harm, suicide, abuse, blood, knives/blades, eating disorders, etc. please don't read if you think this will trigger you.

shoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding

there is half a moon that i can't really swallow

over dramatic™ thoughts and grievances (2017-2019) -highest ranking: #34 / recovery #724 / angst #917 / regret

saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]