SOPHISM OF THE SUN

with you: words are not routines anymore / with you: is where home is / home is where the heart is / a pair of eyes and a turbulent pulse

heroine

messy thoughts from a messy girl

myth

who are the gods? are they us?

moon sobs

cry with mama moon

small doses of unspoken thoughts.

a series of short stories / poems.

every fool thing

petals on leaves and trees on cliffs © altruistyc on wattpad

Prismatic Memories

"i. they tell me they 
cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them
that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. science. history. iv. but i want to speak. there are moments that fleet...