A poetry booklet. I am falling down the steep wooden stairs Like when I was very young No one comes to my aid and I want to hide (because in my dreams I'm still a child) If at least one person will enjoy this and carry it in their soul, my time on Earth will not go wasted. The amazing cover was kindly created by my sister, @kaarlasad

A collection of impromptu poems, filled with enough spite and regret to drown the world.