wan·der·lust /ˈwändərˌləst/ noun a strong desire to travel. "A person consumed by wanderlust is a lost soul seeking for a permanent sanctuary." disclaimer: i do not own any of the art here. all credits go to the rightful artists ♡

poetry the colors i once wielded with ease, now lay forgotten in a dusty breeze. my brushes, once a conduit of expression, now sit stiff and lifeless, a sad reflection. for life has taken hold, and with it brought the challenges of adulthood, so dearly bought. yet still i yearn to paint, to let my soul soar, to create something beautiful, forevermore.

poetry || raw and vulnerable words and feelings buried deep

Empty spaces, dark places, death has many faces. Ars Moriendi "The Art of Dying"

lo·cu·tion ləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ (n.) " a particular form of expression;" 《 a collection of poems and prose. 》 highest rank - #7 in Poetry ♡ #3 in Prose ♡

Poems by yours truly

Take my hand, come with me, I have something interesting for you to see. Poems here and poems there, Poems and books everywhere. Filled with dreams and filled with tears, Sometimes hopes and sometimes fears. So take my hand there's so much to see, Together we'll read just you and me. {All work is my own} {#1 in Poems // 2/13/20} {Please ask/tag/credit me in any poems you want to use, thanks!}

Compilation of the poems I wrote. Started writing : July 4, 2020 Finished writing :

Compilation || sining ng salita, damdamin ng may akda.

You've made it this far so let me tell you a story, About life in this age with all of it's pain and glory. It's been a long journey, it's been a long road, It's been so tiring, you want to go on sleep mode. But wait just a little, just a bit longer, Expect this pain to make you stronger. {#1 in poems// 6/15/20} {Please ask/tag/credit me in any poems you want to use, thanks!}