in the mind, there's so much you want to tell people but just can't. It's like your mind is trapped in an endless void, waiting for a miracle that'll never come.
tries to update Wednesdays and Sundays.
a collection of poetry where I am finally being honest in baring the utmost parts of my being and my soul for those who choose to listen. where I ricochet often from being euphoric and blissful to being overwhelmed with a heavy sadness. a sense of hopefulness that arise in the winter months. enjoy :)
disclaimer: I do not own the cover art.