wither, with him, within

woe is me

eating rose jam in the backseat of ur car ©2016, ina

stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017

thoughts from my head, words from my heart.

we speak in color and see in truths. - something dark for every color of the rainbow {tw, lots of mention of death and suicide and pain}

why was it over so fast?

❝the uprising has begun.❞

the edge of lucidity, rose tinted glasses and you, my dear.

oneirataxia; (n.): the inability to distinguish fantasy from reality. NEW BOOK: THE SHADE OF FLOWERS/POETRY BY K.H., OUT NOW!