"A little song in my heart?" Not really. What Jo has is closer to a symphony, with a variety of instruments pouring out their sounds in unity while fighting for dominance. The melodies parade around her head, and then gently float up to the sky like brightly-colored balloons. It's an eternal symphony, and she is the conductor. Jo has taken daydreaming to the point of delirious bliss, and she tends to wander around the edges of reality. Everyone who is "real" has ripped themselves away from her in fear. She's sinking deeper into the radiant sea of denial. But there are always ripples of truth that poke through the protective wraps around her heart. And she might be starting to learn that not every song is a lullaby. (Some of these I've posted on goodreads as well. I hope you enjoy reading them!♡)

Waves are a messager.

Short little scene from a story idea I had. Goes with my poem, grey.

Krystal is determined to stop them, but has not the courage. She regrets that she did not start sooner. Tangled in the multi-verse, Krystal finds here courage. A sci-fi short story I wrote for class. Idk it's sorta confusing.

Just some poems. Some old, some new.

A short blurb of a story I wrote a while ago...