"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." Calliope's breath shuddered as she pressed trembling fingers against her wound, trying to stifle the slow, relentless flow of blood. The dark crimson smeared her deep brown skin, glistening in the faint moonlight filtering through the trees. She bit her lip hard enough to draw...
why scour the dimensions for the roots of your disposition when you can just float? (2019)
weave magic on paper, concoct sensory illusions and delude yourself in the fabrications of your mind. Ⓒ shezal, 2016 - 2017
In the quiet moments of life, when words are too heavy or too fleeting, there's a space where the mind wanders. In Silence, I Breathe is a collection of journal entries that explore the raw, unspoken parts of the self. Each entry is a reflection on the struggles, the longing, and the moments of clarity that come in s...