𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to un...

𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ➙ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴

ALONE | where our hearts sink into the earth. ― I don't want to be alone anymore. The world had not been kind to us, the boy and the girl, and the souls within. Made to suffer, minds that were created for this world, they do not sink; they swim. but, for how long? Oh, the act of being alone, I would not wish the miser...