And when the day returns to ashes and dark you'll find me stealing ephemeral infinities, like a thousand songs never again to be sung under fallen stars and mechanical cities. A collection of the poems I wrote in 2015 [ © 2015 by shaye ]
In which a girl living in the 70s struggles to live with her disorder. [ © 2015 by shaye ]
A million lives, loves and years, small as a grain of sand: this is how to put infinity in my mortal hands. A collection of the poems I wrote in 2016 [ © 2016 by shaye ]