A collection of raw emotions, fleeting moments, and unfiltered thoughts-this is my journey as a girl navigating love, heartache, and everything in between. From the euphoria of first love to the ache of goodbyes, each snippet captures a piece of my soul, woven into words. Some memories are bittersweet, others unforgettable, but all are real. Join me as I unravel the beauty and pain of love, one moment at a time. UPDATE EVERY WEEK

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.

With words that flow like ink on a page, these verses explore the weight of memory, the ache of change, and the beauty found in both solitude and connection. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Top Ranks- #3 metaphor (29/04/2025) #4 thought-provoking (27/04/2025) #7 symbolism (24/04/2025) #9 poetry (19/04/2025) 🌟

Chiki Chiki Slim Shady. Okay for real though. It's a collection of short stories. Or should I say introductions. Let's go with that. Come meet these wonderful people renting out some space in my head. Got some tenants living in there now, some coming to the party later but there's a whole little community brewing in the streets of Winterfell. Sounded cooler with that ending. I like that. What do you think?

This poem explores the delicate art of letting go, choosing peace over consuming by fire of revenge and turning everything into ash. It illuminates the path of strength

~ are these the last ones / or the ones that'll last? ~