I write these poems when I hit my low points I hope if anyone reads this you enjoy

we're all beggars here, clawing at each other's sepia-toned loneliness ... || caffeinated afterthoughts and lovers' vomit ||

!!!New Chapter Every Thursday at 9pm!!! In a world teetering on the edge of chaos, the kid of chaos is born. Young Dior, heir to the divine forces of Nurgle, the King of Chaos, must navigate the harsh medieval realm of Kata. As he grapples with his unknown power and the brutal lessons of life, Dior faces a choice: embrace his dark legacy or forge a new path to claim the throne that awaits him. Destiny calls, but chaos demands a price.

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This collection of selected works was meant to be my final offering- the only thing ready for posthumous publication. Blood Orange Periphery includes poems written in the months preceding the end-that-didn't-happen, some of my best teenage scribbles, and journal entries that chronicle the transition from death-planning to recalibrating life.

It was never important to understand, only to feel.