the avenue
it's a place where smoke hovers and sorrows bleed. a place where one can go to dwell amongst the lost.
Completed
it's a place where smoke hovers and sorrows bleed. a place where one can go to dwell amongst the lost.
❝I want to capture this moment, preserve it in reams. ❞ A collection of poems and short stories and letters about people that exist and some who don't.