it's through your words of mime, that conversations themselves lost track of their time. · part three of woven shreds.

the skies have spoken to me, it's our conversations that i write.

through worn childhood threads, my home seams apart. · part two of woven shreds.

where the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.

a case study on romance. [ poems and short stories written in quarantine ]

he said he wanted to see me dressed all in white but now he's the one rotting in it. cover by @satinebones

boyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017

running through the hallways of my heart ･:*:･ﾟ2020

breathe with one another

dying by day ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･no. 4 in poetry 11.20.20 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ © VANGOHS, 2020