egoic swellings (2020)

who am i if you are not pulling my hair like grade school? © KISSNCLUB / 2020-2023 poetry !!

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

blooming, i think.

i think i think too much © summer 2022 collection

2020-2021 a holding pattern to find myself